Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-05-21


James brother Phil" said Lucia.
" Every one knows that Phil was the
and most high-strung man IN
existence, and rather despised women.
And now he just adores the ground she
walks on.n
"As for me-" said Miss Meyer, "I
should be afraid that that sort Of love is
a glamour, and would break up some
day
"There's no danger Of Phil's love for
Adele breaking up" said Jane. "And
how she does worship him! She never
mentions his name, but she writes TO
him every day-and she even saves the
scraps of his writing on newspaper en-
velopes-she does indeed, girlsl"
"Dear me! l wouldn't want 10 care
so much for any one," said Miss Meyer.
/ don't know any body that's more
likely to-" cried Lucia. "When you do
fall in love, Maria Meyer"
"Don't you concern yourself, young
lady, about me-" said Miss Meyer,
sharply, walking off to give Laddie
biscuit, which was at once stolen by
Jack, Laddie being engrossed in a fine
romp with Adele. "They say she used
to care for Phil herself" whispered
Lucia to her neighbor, and then they
fell to comparing their tatting and
crocheting, and getting out patterns,
and Miss Mahoney Joined them.
Miss Mahoney's morning toilettes
were as extraordinarily severe as her
afternoon ones were extraordinarily
superb. "Oh, Miss Mahoneyi" cried
one of the girls, one morning, " if we
had your laces, we shouldn't have TO do
tatting."
ave hear you have such lovely
lace" said Maria Meyer, with her grand
air on.
al have some very pretty pieces"
said Miss Mahoney. Our family is an
old Irish family, and l am the last of it,
and so in one direction and anoaher l
have fallen heir to a good deal"
"And 1 suppose you know all about
laceP" said Lucia.
"I know all about n1y lace. Some of
it is quite nice. As pretty pieces" re-
peated Miss Mahoney, "Of their size, as
one could see in America"
"What if you had a grand opening at
some time, and let us see them alp"
asked Lucia.
"Why, with the greatest pleasure,
any time-now, if you say So" And of
course the girls all said so, and sprung
to their feet ut once.
"Oh, is she going to show us her
lacesP" cried Adele, dancing up with
Laddie barking and jumping round
Jack, who had perched on her shoulder.
"How lovely of you, Miss Mahoney!"
and she followed with the rest.
"This," said Miss Mahoney, when
she had opened her boxes, "is Venice
point"
at doesn't look any different from
tatting," said Maria Meyer.
"Only," said Miss Mahoney, Gas diff
ferent as mist is from water. This is a
bit of Spanish lace made in a convent.
| Here is a scrap of cardinals lace; no.
body but the cardinals at Rome have it.
don't know how my grandmother came
into possession of this scrap--there used
to be an archbishop in our family some
where, but that's not a cardinal. These
are all old French laces-NIrs. Palissey
never saw their equal. But they are a
great deal of care. often think that
| piece ohNalenciennes costs me as much
trouble as a child. These are Irish
laces-they are like hoar-frosts and
blowing snow-drifts, somebody once told
me. They don't make them now. See
this piece of English point-old Devon
shire point"
"Oh, how lovely! cried Adele, while
the others were exclaiming over this
and that. Talk of snow-drifts - and
she took the Devonshire point in her
hands, it was two or three yards OF
finger-deep edging in a couple of pieces
caught together by o thread, of the
most exquisitely delicate beauty both Of
texture and design-idealize foam
wreaths, or the fancies of some frosted
pane spread on a SPIDERS web. "How
perfectly lovely!" exclaimed Adele
again, and she wound it round hel
blushing face before the glass. "What
a finish for a bridal toilet!" and ther
she held it up in her hands in the sun.
light, and the magpie on her shoulder
cooking his head on this side and or
the other, looked more demoniac thar
ever through the film of an end of il
that lay over his black shining feathers
"You are exactly like one of those girl,
holding little bannerOls that come dane
ing out of the facades of temples il
those Pompeiian decorations of Phil's!'
cried Jane. "What pity that you're
not going to marry a rich man, Del
who could afford you Devonshire poin
and. diamonds she added, the leas
atom maliciously, instead of q pool
young architect"
d" If Adele wound a duster round hel
she would look decorated, said Lucia
"Most folks would" said Adele, tax
ing off the lace soberly, and laying i
down. "But | must confess that
think lace is the most perfect thing
made by hands; it always seems to bt
the nearest approach from man to thu
works of nature, and I'd about as lie
make lace rs paint pictures" And ther
Miss Meyer began wrapping herself il
black lace mantle so precisely de
signed that the very dew-drops seemed
to glisten on the poppy petals there; anC
presently all the other girls were mas
querading in the precious things, whil
Miss Maaoney sat by complacently en-
joying her magniiicence.
Now, my dears," said Miss Maho
ney, as one by one they resigned thei
borrowed plumes, "you see have mic
things, if | don't wear them And
satisfied with the exhibition, during tn
, next week she put on nothing costlie
than nine.penny print.
"Well," said Adele, "it's just
pleasure to have them to look at."
Poor little Adele was the pennies
orphan of penniless parents, and sh
taught drawing in large school in Bos
ton, where Phil had happened to Sc
. her and love her at first sight. Philw wa
cnninn hnfnra lnnn NOW for his month";