The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1880-10-09

strike its sllvery sheen TO the best possible
advantage.
How beautiful Il was. Torquoises shot
with glimmering lines Of liver, buds Of
blue forget me-nots in the sunshine-June
skies at sunset. Daisy thought Of all these
beautiful things as she looked at it.
"Please send it home at once" she raid,
laying down her fifty dollar bill, land credit
this to my account"
And then she tripped around to the dress
makers.
Mrs. Bartlett was at the dressmaker's. A
plump, rosy widow, with more money than
she knew how to spend. She had always
liked young Mrs. Waters, and now entered
with alacrity into her plans.
"a nice place to go my dear" she said.
"once let yourself be seen at one of Mrs,
Lewis Houston's parties, and your position
in society is settled at once. / have cards
myself, but of course, SO soon after my poor
brothers death, could not go out. And you
are to go in blue moire antique, eh, my dear ?
III tell you what, want you to look nice,
and I'll lend you my diamonds"
Daisy's checks flushed exultantly as she
thought of Mrs. Bartletts diamond necklace
with its glittering pendant, and the brace
lets studded with gems, to say nothing of
the great solitaries, like drops of dew, that
hung from her earrings.
"oh, Mrs. ,Bartlettp she exclaimed breath
lessly, chow can ever thank your"
"Look as pretty as you can, my DEAR"
said Mrs. Bartlett good naturedly. "That's
the way to thank me-"
Miss Lyton, the dressmaker, and Mrs.
Waters were in deep consultation as to
whether the front of the dress should be cut
la pompadour, OF with heart shaped cor
sage, the next day,when the latter was sum-
moned down stairs. There stood Mr.. Give,
the carpenter, in the hall.
Begging your pardon, ma'am for inter
rupting you," he said, humbly dofing his
cap, "but Mr.. Waters told me you would let
the have the money on my little account
Daisy crilnsoned.
al am very sorry, Mr.. Clive," she said
nervously, "but you must call again, next
month";"
"Mr. Waters said you'd pay me without
delay, ma'am."
al can't help what Mr.. Waters said," ex-
claimed Daisy. al have not the money.
That's enough"
up,,t ,naJa ~ 7 ,yos assNraJ 7 ahould ho Va
it without mistake. l need it, ma'am, to
send my sick wife out west to her mothers,
and"
al have no time to stand here talking any
longer" said Daisy, mortified, ashamed, yet
still endeavoring to persuade herself that
the man had no business TO be SO persistent.
al will let you have the sum as soon as pos
sible. In the meantime YOU must wait"
Give went away With sad face, which
haunted Mrs. Waters for many a day, and
Daisy returned to the dressmaking opera
tions.
The blne nnits antique was made and
fitted superbly. Sister Louie, who had
rich husband, lent the point lace founces
and overdress, and Mrs. Bartlett's man-ser-
want brought around the satin casket of
diamonds early in the afternoon and Daisy
Waters went to Mrs. Lewis Houston's ball
in the same carnage with her sister and her
sisters husband.
"For once am equal to any millionaire's
wife on The avenue" thought Daisy, with q
thrill Of triumph at her heart.
Her entrance made sensation. She was
quite aware of that, as she swept through
the brilllantly-lighted room; and it was
no small wonder for she was as beautiful as
a vision, with her golden hair, deep blue
eyes and queenly height, while the bluO
more antique and diamonds set her of
rarely.
Mr.. Lewis Houston leveled his eye glass
: at her as she passed on after the usual pre-
sentation TO the host and hostess.
$50 that's tho wife Of our confidential
clerk, Paul" said he to his brother. "a silA
gown fit for royal princes, point lace that
couldn't have cost less than one hundred
dollars yard, and diamonds that blaze like
cornets; don't exactly fancy that sort ol
confidential clerk myself. Let me see-how
! much did you tell me you paid him ?"
"Fifteen hundred year"
Mr.. Paul Houston looked uneasily at the
bright vision.
al can't account for IT," he.said, slowly
al always thought Waters 10 be reliable
sort Of fellow, but I must say don't like
the looks Of this I'm afraid we have trust,
ed him too far, although the accounts seem
straight enough. I'll look into them TO-
morrow"
He did look into them.
, $50 far they are right" he said To himself
ats better to be on the Safs side. clerk
whose wife dresses like duchess can't be
altogether straight. I'll discharge him."
So Allan Waters lost his situation, at the
beginning Of winter, with hard times star
ing him griuly in the face.
Nj. Houston told him frankly why.
al saw your wife at my brother Lewis
ball" said he, "dresssd in moire antique,
costly lace and diamonds. ! bring no aocu-
sation-I have no complaint 10 make only
; in these days Of embezzlsnsnt, forgery and
defalcation, one hss 10 look after himself
. And 'straws show which way the wind
, blows"
' When Waters went home, Re found a
lawyers clerk in the hall, with a letter
from poor Give.
He wrote;
!, "My wife is dead. God knows whether
r it is your fault or not. Had you paid the
r money yon owed might have sent hel
: West, to her native air. It would at leas
}, have been q chance Of life for her. But sh,
n is gone, now, and have only to say that i
the bill is not settled at once, / shall resor
? 10 extreme measures"
e This was the & rst Mr.. Waters knew thA