Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1883-08-21
81 wish you'd tell me how to do,

VI toihink qutc 50 itceiy dUOut my uIdIs,
but I'll tell you, because it may give you
an idea Of how to manage better for your
self In the first place keep TO two or
three colors. l have q black gown OF
two, and an olive brown, and this yel-
lowish-ereen that you see and some light.
er ones, white or pale yellow. Now with
any of these the same bonnet will do.
The one am wearing now is black with
. little jet and a pale yellow, and it goes
perfectly well with all my dresses. and
80 does my black cashmere jacket and
gloves, which are yellow, also. Don't
you you see that there is an economy in
this. and that if had purple dress and
blue one and brown, | should want a
different parssol ?"
why, yes, it does seem So" said
Cary, drawing long breath. "rd like
to do somehow different myself, but |
don t suppose Id know how
"Would you mind if told you what
1 think" asked Myra, gently.
Nom, Id thank you"
at seems to me that the chief trouble
with girls who work 10 stores. is that
they care more for being what they call
stylish, than for being either neat or
pretty. A young girl can look her best
in simple dress, if it is well put on and
becoming.
That's what mother used to say.
And Mark, he always liked rae best in
white bib apron. To be sure, he never
saw me in city clothes-she stopped
blushing"
us Mark your bother.' asked Myra.
Then she smiled at her own stupidity.
for such deep blush as mantled in Gays
cheek is seldom evoked by the mention
of brother.
Nom, he's just a-friend. His folks
and mine lived opposite"
"In Gllmanton, and is he farmer :"
"His father farms and Mark works
for him. But his time is out in the
spring, and then he calculates to set up
for himself. .....
"Does he ever come to the city :"
mo, not once since | was here, but
he speaks some Of coming down along
spring, and that's one reason | like to
look as stylish as can, SOS not to be
different from the rest when Mark comes
IL think in his place should prefer
you to be different, said Miss Sidney, de-
cidedly. "Now Cary don't be offended,
what you girls aim at is to look like the
ladies who come to the shop isn't it,
stylish as you would say. -
"Yes, / s'pose it is" admitted Cary.
"Well, then, must tell you the plain
truth, you utterly fail in your attempt.
No one would mistake a girl dressed as
you are at this moment, for lady; no
body !"-"but," disregarding the deep
flush on her companions cheeks-"if l
went into a shop, and saw there a
young girl as pretty and as delicately
made as you are, Cary. with hair as
smooth as satin, and single gown that
fitted exactly. and a collar and cuffs as
white as snow, and perhaps black silk
apron or a white one, and with neat
shoes and nice stockings, il saw girl
dressed like that with nothing costly,
nothing that any girl cannot have, but
everything fresh and neat and pretty. |
should say to myself, there is shop girl
with the true instincts Of lady. And
Cary-don't think me impertinent-if
Mark came to town and saw q girl like
that among the crowd Of untidy, over
dressed ones at Snow and Ashers | think
the contrast would strike him as it would
me-agreeably y
Miss Sidney paused, half frightened at
her own daring. Cary looked steadily
into the fire without speaking. The rain
had ceased. Myra rose aud threw back
the blind. revealing the moon struggling
through thin edges of cloud. Cary fol-
lowed her to the window. Her cheeks
were deep red but there was a frank
and grateful look in her eyes as she said:
~ must be going now, ma'am. You've
been ever so good to let me stay. l
shan't forget it, and I guess you're about
right"
81 wonder if l said the right thing or
have done the least good :" queried Miss
Sidney, as she watched her guest depart.
1t was sometime before she had occa-
sion again to visit Snow and Ashers. and
she had half forgotten the little incident.
when one day, entering the shop in quest
of something. her attention was attracted
by a face which beamed with sudden
smiles at the sight Of her. 1t was indeed
Cary, but such q different Cary from the
draggled vision Of the wet evening! She
still wore the blue dress but the founc es
had been ripped off, and front was hid
den with a neat black silk apron. The
tangle of hair was smoothed into orderly
waves, a white collar with knot Of blue
ribbon was round her neck I; one of the
Objectionable rings had disappeared, and
90 had the yellow locket. So changed
and so much prettier was the little mai
den that Miss Sidney scarcely knew her,
till blush and smile pointed her out.
She waited ON her customer with ASST
duty and under cover Of a box of ruttiea
they exchanged condolences. Did Miss
Sidney think she looked better = She
was 50 glad. The girls had laughed at
her at first, but not so much now, and
her room mate, Ellen Morris, had goi
herself an apron like hers. Miss Sidney
left the shop. with a pleased amusement
at her heart. She meant to 60 often to
keep little hold on Cary, but circum'
stances took her off to Florida, soon after.
ward, and it was late in April before she
returned. a- ''t