Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1883-12-21
cred brocade and eold-colored satin. A

kcTeu DTOcaQe ana G~OlQ-cOlOred satin. =
straw bonnet and a blue satin bonnet.
laces and flowers, and slippers and fans.
"Dear grandma had carefully kept
some OF the pretty things she used ia
wear when she was a girl, with rosy
cheeks and brown hair, to show to he1
grandchildren when her cheeks should
be wrinkled and her hair turned into
white silk as it was now.
"Winnie had seer all these things be.
fore, but it was a long time ago, and
grandma'had taken them carefully out,
!, just for a few minutes, and put them
back again. 1t was not like having
them all to yourself. She drew q long
breath and looked around the room. Il
was all still, nobody would come up
there; what if she Just looked at them q
little? 1t would do no harm, grandma
wouldn't care; no, indeed, grandma
loved her. So she lifted up the yellow
satin dress. How it shimmered and
shone, though it had lain there years
and years, and it was so stiff and heavV
it would almost stand alone. What 8
beauty it was! What if she should Just
slip it on for a minute? You ought to
study your lessons right away con-
oClCASC GO1u l4Cl, UuG BIG 0uSWOICu: L
will in a minute; l almost know that
hard seven line now'-seven times nine
are-are-well, I'll have time enough
she gasped, as she tried hard to make
the dress that had fitted the slender
waist of her grandmother come to-
gether about her own stout little body.
1t was much too tight over another
dress, and the sleeves were too long,
but she pushed them up, then she
slipped off her shoes and put on a pair
of cunning little slippers with high
heels, then tied or a big satin bonnet.
and with a dainty little fan in her hand
she vas ready.
"She trailed up to an old looking-
glass that hung on the wall, and was
perfectly %astonished. What a beautiful
little lady she made with those pretty
things on! She paraded up and down
Broadway, smiled, and bowed, and
courtesied, and then imagined that she
was at a party sweeping about with a
long train, chatting and laughing with
most charming people. 1t became SO
real to Winnie that she actually talked!
it all out. She sailed up to a bag of
feathers, bowed low, and inquired after
the health of Mrs. Fitzailan and her
children.
'But bark! what noise was that? Was
somebody coming? Yes, somebody was
coming up stairs as fast as possible
two somebody's, and they walked
straight into the room. 1t was mamma
and Mr.. Denise; Mr.. Denise was an
artist.
ga large old oil painting stood in tho
attic. 1t had been injured in some
way and mamma wished him to see if
it could be restored.
"Poor Winnie! She gathered up her
long trail and scampered as fast as she
could, with.,such high heels Gathering
behind her. 1t was of no use to try to
hide, though, they were right upon her.
MIR. Denise laughed heartily, and de-
clared he must have her picture in that
dress, but Winnie saw something in
mammals eyes that perhaps the gentle-
man did not. Mamma was certainly
very much surprised, and not pleased
.'They soon went away, and Just az
Winnie had put the last thing back into
the chest Aunt Lena's bell tinkled up
the stairs as q signal that recitation
hour had come.
THAT afternoon, just after dinner. q
fine carriage drew. up before the door.
and took in mamma, grandma and
Aunt Lena; then it rolled off through
handsome streets, out of the city, oven
smooth roads, to Clifton Park; a long
ride on a lovely afternoon, that is what
Winnie lost. This drive had been
planned a week ago and she had looked
forward to it with delight. But on they
went among trees and flowers and sweet
air, while she sat at home trying
through her tears to make out seven
times nine.'
"It was hard. But when mamma,
had heard her laundering and stumbling
through her lesson, she had said to
grandma: 1t willalmost break my heart
to leave that dear child at home this
afternoon. but something must be done,
to break up this miserable habit she has
of dallying Y her lessons and play
ing, when she knows very we'll she
should be hard at work. My little girl
may better she'd a few tears TODAY
than to grow up disobeying her con-
science"
Ibid she grow up to be a good wom-
anP" Mabel asked.
"Ask Uncle WILL" grandma said.
with a slys.glance that way.
"Did the artist ever paint her picture
with the gold satin skirt and the blue
satin bonnet?"
"Yes, he did," /.
"Have you ever seen it?" =.
eyes; and so have YOU"
y "Where?' said Mabel, with wide
open eyes.
"In this very ROOM"
"Why grandma! Do you mean that
picture over the piano? Why, that is
Aunt Alice"
"Didn'tyou know" whispered grand.
ma, "that your auntie had two names
. Alice Winifred?"
"O-h!" said Mabel, and then she
: sank back in the large chair and looked
at Aunt Alice sitting by her husbands
, side reading.
; The gas light shown upon her bright
I hair and made it look like gold, and he,
white dress fell about her in soft folds.
Her happy face looked as if she never
disobeyed her conscience.
Mabel thought within herself: 81 am
glad l know that good, dear, sweet
Aunt Alice was naughty sometimes. II
. won't seem such an im-pos-si-bikity fol
mo IN he rood some Pnt sha on1u