The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1880-06-17
UNDER FALSE COLORS

"I have fully decided not to CO." said
AnicO Grey, with dimness in her eye
and rising lump in her throat.
Don't say that, deary," said Mrs
Badgerly, who, in spite of her soap
splashed ssirts, stove-blacked counte
nance and suspiciously rubicund nose.
was truly sympathetic confdante
"What will he sayP"
Hell be disappointed, of course
said Anice. "But papa can't spare the
money for new dress, and l certainly
shall not go dowdyw
Mrs. Badgerly looEed up at the cell
ing, as if for an inspiration, and rubbed
the end of her nose with the blacking
brush which made her look one de-
gree more like n female pirate than be.
fore.
"Deary," said she, in that coaxing
oleaginous voice of hers, "s'pose you
was richP"
whats the use OF supposing any
such nonsense as thatP" said Anice, o
little sharply.
"Well, but only s'pose," pleaded Mrs
Badgerly. "And you could Luy a
gown to suit you to T-what would
il beP'
Il don't know" said Anice, little
interested, in spite of herself. "Yellow
damask, l think-because I'm a bru
nette, you know, Badgerly-with black
lace trimming, and"
"Or satinw suggested Mrs. Badgerly.
Gas yaller as the yallerest buttercup
ever growed in the fields! My deary,"
slapping the table with one hand, 'il's
the very thing! III borry it for you"
Borrow it, Mrs. BadgerlyP" ex-
claimed Anice.
"Yes, borry it, deary. Why notp"
said Mrs. Badgerly. II seen it yester-
day in the reserve stock at Halowel's,
the pawnbroker's. Yaller satin, Miss
Anice, trimmed with the beautilulest
black lace as ever you set eyes on, with
a train q yard long, and looped up with
yaller roses, deary. chars for 'em, my
dear, and comes two days in the week,
to help the grl out with the washing
and ironing. And hussed Mrs. Halo
we'll through the pneumony last spring,
and she'd do most anything to accom-
modate me; and you can have the yal-
Ter satin dress for one night, dear, and
nothing said to nobody, and III gualan.
tee it shan't cost you anything"
Anice's eyes sparkled. Her longing
to attend the fancy-dress ball had been
intense.
"Td rather go in dress II my own"
she said, with almost a sob.
who's to know, dearyP' coaxed the
old woman, plausibly.
That's very true" said Anice; "and
mamma isn't at home just now, and
papa wouldn't know whether ! went to
the ball or stayed at home" j,
land that S true enough, my deary,"
said Mrs. Badgerly. BLESS your heart
alivel you're young and you ought TO
enjoy yourself. Youth don't come but
once in lifetime, as ! know 20 my cost.
Hcigh-hoW
And Ance Grey went to the fancy
dress ball, her dark Neauty httingly set
cG by q golden satin dress, whose long
train was ornamcnt,d d by fan-like folds
and rosettes Of black lace. A black
satin l.ask covered her face, and her
jct black hair, disposed in heavy coils at
lhe back OF her head was intertwined
with amb beads,
Miss Grey was The last person in the
world to imagine anything; but as sh(
went through the crowded rooms, lean
ing on Lieutenant Crisp's gold-braided
arm (he was a naval officer, with light
blue eyes, fresh, healthy complexion,
and long Louis Napoleon muslache)
she could not be insensible to the fact
That her movements created consider.
able sensation. People whispered,