The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-06-10

", walking off to give Laddie biscuit,
which was at once stolen by Jack, Lad.
die being engrossed in q fine game Of
romp with Adele. ss,They say she used
to care for Phil herself, !" whispered Lu-
cia to her neighbor; and then they fell to
comparing their tatting and crocheting
and getting out patterns, and Miss Ma
honey joined them. Miss Mahoney's
morning toilets were as extraordinarily
severe as her afternoon ones were extra
ordinarily superb. ooh, Miss Mahoney y
cried one Of the girls one morning, 1.inf we
had your laces we shouldn't have to do
tatting." 81 {. .'..,
eve hear you have such lovely lace, .
said Maria Meyer, with that grand air Of
hers on. liesa 99 /
II have some very pretty pieces, . said
Miss Mahoney. "Our family is an old
Irish family, and I am the last Of it, and
SO in one direction and another have
fallen heir to a good deal"
And I suppose you know all about
laces' said Lucia.
81 know all about my lace. Some OF
| 1T is quite nice. AS pretty pieces,'' re-
peated Miss Mahoney, "of their size as
one could see in America
"What if you had grand opening at
some time, and let us see them allG" ask
ed Lucia.
'.Why with the greatest pleasure, any
time-now, if you y,so." And Of course
the girls all said SO, aid sprung to their
feet at once.
"Oh, is she going to show us her laces9''
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, els Venice
point"
sit doesn't look any different from tat
ting, !" said Maria Meyer. 81.
s'Only," said Miss Mahoney, ssas differ
ent as mist is from water. This is bit
of Spanish lace made in a convent. Here
is q scrap of cardinals lace; nobody but
the cardinals at Rome have il. don't
know how my grandmother came into
possession Of this scrap there used to be
an archbishop in our family somewhere,
but that's not q cardinal. These are all
old French laces- Mrs. Palissey never
saw their equal. But they are a great
deal of care. I often think that piece of
Valenciennes costs me as much trou-
bic rs 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 Devonshire
point
ooh, how lovely!" cried Adele, while
the others were exclaiming over this and
that. se'Talk Of snow-rifts!, /, and she. took
the Devonshire point in her hands; It was
two or three yards Of fnger-deep edging
in coaple Of pieces caught together by a
thread, Of the most exquisitely delicate
beauty both of texture and design-ideal-
lied foam wreaths OF the fanciesi of
some frosted pane spread on spiders
web. GLOW perfectly lovely !" exclaimed
Adele again, and she wound it round
her blushing face before the glass.
'.What q finish for bridal toilette2''
and then she held it up in her hands in
the sunlight, and the magpie on her shout
der, cooking his head on one side and the
other, looked more demoniac than ever
through the film of an end of it that Law
over his shining black feathers. ssYou
are exactly like one OF those girls holding
little bannerols that come dancing out Of
the facades Of temples IN those Pom peiian
decorations Of Phil'sl" cried Jane.
"What pity that you're not going to
marry rich man, Del, who could afford
you Devonshire point and diamonds, ''she
added, the least atom mallciously, .sin-
stead of poor young architect!"
sIf Adele wound duster round her
she would still look decorated said
Lucia.
"Most folks would, - said Adele, taking
off the lace soberly, and laying it down.
sBut I must confess that I think lace IS
the most perfect thing made by hands;
1t always seems to me the nearest ap-
proach OF man to works of nature. and /
would about as lief make lace as paint
pictures" !. s 81. 81
Miss Meyer began wrapping herself in
black lace mantle so precisely designed
that the very dewdrops seemed to Rlis-
ten on the poppy petals there; and pres
emily all the other girls were masquerad
ing in the precious things, while Miss
Mahoney sat by complacentiy enjoying
her magnifcence. :
'sNow, my dears," said Miss Mahoney,
as one by one they resigned their borrow.
ed plumes. You see / have nice things
if I don't wear them" And satisfied
with the exhibition, during the next
week she put on nothing costlier than
nine-penny print.
swell, said Adele, sits just pleas
ure to have them to look at"
Poor little Adele was the penniless or
phan Of penniless parents, and she taught
drawing in . large SCHOOL in Boston,
where Philip had happened to see her
and love her at first sight Phil was COM
ing before long now, for his months va
cation, and she was only living by count
ing the hours. A little restless till then.
the light talk of the girls seemed to her
to be meaningless chatter, in which she
had small interest; and she used to wan
der off by herself, sketching on her little
pocket boards, or lying in the fern or In
the shadows of the cliffs, with an unread
book in her hand, by the hour together.
Occupied with her own fancies, and with
q drawing Of the outlines Of old Worlds
End. it was not strange that she did not