The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-04-05
THAT SU NDAY.

without new suit in the very latest
fashioni" said Mrs. CIairville.
"Certainly not!' said Alicia, her eld-
est daughter.
"Mrs. Pelham has written to Paris
for new bonnet, to my certain know
ledge"
"And, of course" added Emily, the
Youngest section of the house Of Clair
vile, Gas you are spending the winter
with us, Madeline, you will be expected
not to disgrace u.s. .s".
Madeline Moray looked from ono to
the other Of the speakers with q troubled
look of countenance.
''But, aunt Clairville," said she,
"mamma writes me that our old cousin
Zephaninh and his wife have come from
Maine, very poor, and that we must
economize as much as possible.
'They are very old, and they need a
great many little luxuries, and whatever
Mrs. Clairvillcs face darkened visi-
bly,. ..... ........... .....
"Madeline," said she, "will you never
forget thai you belong to farmers fam
lily down east? .. } +. g..
"Your cousin Zephaniahs are nothing
tom ." % .'.'.... "s, - '"s
"Of course, while you are my guest,
shall expect you to dress as becomes
your station as my niece"
r. 4nI ttxy n
sore perplexity after aunt ,Clairviile had
rustled ;o':t. leaving q strong odor of
patchouli behind her. (
She had some bank. notes yet left Of
the store which they had scraped to-
gether at home, when they sent her to
spend winter in Boston with aunt
Clairville, and she took it from her
purse and smoothed it out upon her
desk. ...
twenty-five dollarsl
She had hoped to save itall for cousin
Zephaniah. IL 4
Her pretty shot silk, with the damasse
front. was very fresh and pretty still
she had only worn it some half-dozen
times and her neat little split-straw
hat would look very nice, if she bought
new ribbon for it and re-arranged the
flowers.
At least that was the mental conclt-
sion ut which she had arrived. when
Mrs. ClairvilIe issued her commands,
binding as an imperial ukase, that n
new Easter suit was among the, ,necessi.
ties.
Madeline knew very we'll that she was
pretty. 9sp ~ @T@ss m"
She never looked into the glass with
out perceiving the difference between
her fresh apple.b blossom of face, and
the enamelled and rouged complex.
ions of her city cousins.
She knew thst her hair was like burn
ished coils Of gold, her long-lashed eyes
like stars. and she would have liked a
new Eanter suit as we'll as any one-and
the bonnets in Madame Printemp's
window looked infinitely beautiful in
her eyes, with their French roses and
perfectly simulated 'violets; hut there
was the old man and his enfeebled wife
to remember--the ancient relics of a
bygone generation, who had out-liyed
the sympathy Of almost all the world.
"No," said Madeline to herself, 81
must not spend this money, Easter suit
or no Easter suit"
30 she sat herself down, in the rainy
March afternoon, to rip up the short silk
dress and alterit over SO that even Alicia
and Emily should not know 1t for the
same.
But, with all her skill in amateur
dress. making, the folds would not hang
: stylishly, tile old oreases would obtrude
themselves on the eye, and the costume
proclaimed, IN it's every glisten and
puff Made over, made overip
Emily Clairville shook, her head.
madeline" said she, cit is Of no
use. 3. 4. I
.''Younever oan wear that dress And
your hat, tool i Is
IA plain split-straw, without so much
as o French flower"
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