Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-02-08

where in all the wide world, she could
Danish the memories that every New
Years Day persistently brought |"
Il really believe l will accept your
charming invitation, Dell.
eyes, 1 will go, and thank you IA
thousand times, only 1 never can repay
YOU"
Dell gave her hand loving little
squeeze.
"You are darling u
"Grandpa is to meet the seven-thlrty
train with the big sleigh, and We'll have
five mile ride 10 begin with.
"Oh, Wen ENJOY ourselves immensely,
Isabel
'And don't you ever say another
word about paying anybody back.
'It's an honor you pay me, Isabel. "
New Years Day, clear and sparkling,
and frosty and exhilarant, and the Amber
farmhouse. warm, and sunshiny, and
ow-ceiled, and odorous with the plenti-
full preparation progressing for the
marvellous dinner.
And grandma Amber. portly, happy,
merry as girl, a big apron tied around
her comfortable waist and her spectacles
on the top of her thick grey hair, the
very ideal of the hostess while grandpa
Amber hale, hearty. and jolly, was like
a grown up boy, all that lovely day,
when Dell and Isabel thoroughly ell
joyed every single moment.
AS, Isabel had thought, there was
almost absolute surcease from stinging
memory, amid the delightful novelties
all around her, and only atrare intervals
did she find herself allowing thoughts OF
the one above all others to creep in.
cit has been a grand, good day, so
far Dell declered with happy sigh,
at three o'clock of the bright, cold
afternoon "the best is to come yet.
"What do you think, Mademoiselle
Isabel?
The big folks over at the big house
otherwise the ST. Clements, of the
Hollies-have invited you and me over
to dinner. and to assist the young ladies
in receiving.
Imagine us.
"Two of Macy's sales ladies receiving
New Year calls.
81 don't know what to do.
'Do you ?"
A cruel little pang smote Isabel, but
she repressed all sign Oft.
"We can be as agreeable as we know
how I imap mo -. b., s..orat ,F oil
Crue entertainment.
"But our dresses, Dell.
I'D you really want to go?'
''Do l really want to go?
"Well, should say SO. y
'It's just too lovely for anything.
"Mr. st. Clements driving oyer to
ask us, with Miss st. Clements and
Miss Mabels compliments
"But dear-our dresses" began
Isabel, looking deprecatingly at her
we'll worn black cashmere.
stylishly or expensively.
"a bit of bright ribbon and lace-the
ribbon off our hats, Isabel, and know
where grandma has some lace"
But Isabel was hard to be persuaded.
81 would so much rather stay here
and talk to grandma, while you go to
the Hollies, Dell.
''Let grandpa drive you over, dear.
1 won't mind your going i'll the least"
But Dell was obstinate.
Unless Isabel went she would not go,
and when Isabel saw the dissppolnt-
ment Dell would not express, she re-
Tented, with a desperate little curb on
her own inclination and consented nor
did she permit Dell to gain the slightest
idea of the cruel stab it was to her to go
to the splendid house, where everything
reminded her so painfully of the very
thing she had come away out here to
escape.
Mrs. st. Clements was the very i'm
personation of refined womanliness and
erect graciousness, and she instantly
recognized the nobility of Isabel Jeffrey
as she saw her pure sweet face-her
grave, sad, yet interested attention her
quiet reserve and ease of manner, while
the young ladies were friendly and
social, as only the real sristocrat can be.
"Our friends are nearly all to come
from the city, "Mabel explained. when
they were all seated in the parlor.
ga few of them have been and gone,
but the majority of those we expect are
yet to come.
"And the first arrival, grandma" she
added, with little laugh, as a slei gh
load of gentlemen dashed up to the
door.
"And the very first one to enter the
room was Jack Meryine-handsome ele-
CANT as ever, and the first persoe he saw
wos Isabel Jeffrey.
For one little awful second she
thought she should faint or die, because
of that sensation that overwhelmed her.
He saw she inclined her head coldly
as duchess might have done.
"Mr. Mervine."
But her repelIing tone. proud as icy,
did not freeze him.
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