Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-09-07

having the dresses of herself and her
daughters fitted Gin real Broadway
style"
"It's so good of you, Bella, to assist
me with this dress r said Flora CRATE
fully, as the two sat together, stitch
ing away by the light of = shaded
lamp. 81 should have had to sit up
all night to finish it myself"
"Oh, don't mention it - said Bella,
good-humoredly. - never did be
lieve in deserting a friend at pinch.
See here, what's the matter?
You are as white as a sheet "'
my head does ache dreadfully to-
night" admitted Flora, passing her
hand vaguely across her forehead.
"Well. then, go to bed" coaxed
Bella. "Have a good nights rest.
I'll finish the new satin dress After
all, there isn't so very much to do to
| it,"
"Oh, Bella-dear Bella" exclaimed
grateful Flora. "How shall | ever
thank you for this kindness? Because.
indeed, | am very, very tired"
"Oh, you can do az much for me
some timer said Bella Brown, gra-
ciously.
And so Flora crept into bed, falling
asleep almost as soon as her head
touched the pillow.
At ten o'clock Miss Bella Brown
rose cheerfully up, did her hair after
the latest fashion-platc style, and
dressed herself in the very yellow satin
dress, with its iyory-white "tunic
front" which she had just finished,
and went TO "A ball with tailor's clerk
of her acquaintance. This was by no
means a novel idea of Miss Browns.
She had often done it before.
at don't hurt the dresses just 10
wear them, carefully, once" said Bella.
" Rich people haven't any right to eX-
pect all the cream of life just because
they are rich. We poor, down-trodden
sewing-girls must have some little
chance. And this yellow dress is such
a beauty, exactly the color of Mare
chal Neil rose!"
Could the bellies of Fifth avenue and |
the languid queens Of Japonica square
but have known the atmosphere |
through which their dresses had been
trailed before coming home in folds of |
silver paper and boxes labeled Modes |
de Parisr'
When Bella Brown called her in the |
morning Flora Nottingham rubbed /
her heavy eyelids.
DO you know, Bella" said she, al |
had such strange, strange dream, in
the middle Of the night? | thought |
you were standing here, and dressed in
the yellow satin robe"
Bella laughed a sharp, affected
laugh.
What nonsense, childr said she.
BE quick and dress. It's late al
ready. And the robe Is all folded up
in the box, ready to carry to the store"
Flora Nottingham need not have
been in such haste, a. it transpired.
Mrs. DR.. Trueftt did not call for the
dress until nearly noon, and then her
husband was with her.
Make haste, Madame Fontani."
she cried. "The doctor declares he
hasn't more than five minutes to spare,
and | want him TO see this lovely
dressv'
Mrs. Trueftt was dark, sparkling
little brunette, and yellow was her
darling color. The doctor looked
down upon her with mild, benignant
eyes.
"All her dresses are lovely for the
first month" said he, laughing. And
then they become odious."
Madame Fontani, all smiles, like
venerable specimen Of the Cheshire
cat we read Of, lost no time in dis
playing the yellow dress on one of her
chint1-draped dummy figures.
There, DIR. Trueftt r. said she, Il
think that is Dear, dear what can
possibly have happened to it? Miss
Nottingham, come here this instant r.
Mrs. Truefitt uttered little cry of
dismay, for there, on the very front
breadth, was n duh, dim stain-the
glass Of wine that the tailor's clerk
had spilled there the night before, and
whose traces Miss Bella Brown had
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