Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1883-09-07
CINDERELLA.

putting the tips of her ringed fingers
meditatively together. jeanette Is
charming girl. with most taking
way with her. I'm sure there can he
no doubt about her marrying salts
factorily. And Marian's music is an
excellent card to play. But when
one comes to Phillppa
IAN odd little gypsy. isn't she =
said Mr.. Dale decidedly impr cti
cable, should think
"Neither pretty, accomplished. nor
womanlyw sighed Mrs. Dale, gloom
lily.
Mrs. Darrell Dale had no children
OF her own, and she knew the social
position which any middle aged ma
tron gains when she is surrounded by
pretty girls. SO Mrs. Darrell Dale
had invited her brothers daughters
from Hemlock Hollow, in the Catskill
mountains, to spend the summer at
Niagara Falls with her.
II dare say" said she, contiden
italy, to her sister in law, the farm
er's wife, "they will all marry well be-
fore the season is over; and III any
event. the experience Will be worth a
deal to them"
And honest Mrs. HUMPHREYS took
all her ten years savings ont OF the
Hemlock Hollow bank, to equip the
three girls suitably for their summer
campaign.
jeanette took to waltzing and the
German as naturally IA if she had
been born to them; Marian slipped
gracefully into a musical and literary
groove; hut poor little Philippe
seemed to fit nowhere. She was shy
and silent in the ballroom. strucl
unaccountably mute when she ough,
to be talkative. and seemed to prefer
the woods beside the great cataract
when all the world focked to the ball
room Of the Clifford House, or thu
International.
because, Aunt Theo,' said honest
Philippa, II never know what TO say
to the gentlemen when they ask mt
to dance"
But, my dear child" said Mrs
Dale. that is not the way to get into
society"
I'll don't think ! care SO very
much about society, Aunt Theo,' said
heretical Philippa.
"Then you'll never get married il
the world" said Aunt Theo, in an &c
cent of despair.
But even Philippa was reused with
interest when the cards came out fol-
the grand fancy masquerade ball al
the International Hotel, and Mr.. Dale
gave each OF his nieces a hundred
dollar bill, to enable them to appear
suitably for the occasion.
II shall personate 'Undine,'" said
Jeanette, thinking how well she would
look in seagreen Grape, crystal
fringes and water-lilies.
"And shall be 'Sapphc,'" cried Out
Marian.
"Capitalr' exclaimed Mrs. Dale
"And you, Philippa?"
II don't know yet" said Philippa
contracting her dark eyebrows
Mr.. Mortimer says / ought to go as
agypsy."
"be a gypsy, by all means. If Mr.
Mortimer is good enough to express
an opinion, it shouldn't be neglected y
Both Marian and Jeanette looked a
little jealous, for the Hon. Hugo
Mortimer, from Montreal, was the
lion at Niagars Falls just then, and
his gracious notice was enough to en-
sure the lucky recipient front place
in the ranks Of fashion.
"When did he say that, puss?" de
manded Jeanette. jerking out the
ribbons Of her sash.
"Oh. yesterday, when we were over
on Goat Island"
ibid he walk with your"
"A little way"
II hope you made yourself agree
able" suggested Marian, tartly.
Idon't know whether / did or not,
said Philippa. And now, Aunt
Theo, il you'll give me that bundle
OF work, I'll take it 10 Elise Dupre
There will be just time before tea foI
me to walk there AMI back"
But the band will play presently,
and"
Thank you, aunt" said Philip,
"but I don't care for the band"
"Philippa" said Mrs Dale. II do
think you are the strangest girl.'
Elsie Dupre was slim, consump
tive looking girl, who lived among
The spruces and tamaracks on the
Canadian side. and took in what sew
ing. embroidery and lace mending
she was lucky enough to get--a girl
in whom Philippa Humphries had
become somewhat interested, perhaps
because she was SO friendless, and
sbadowy. and for.orn.
But instead Of being singing at her
work, Philippa found poor Elsie sob
hing at the window while her grand
mother. hook nosel, saffron -skined
old crone, sat rocking herself back
and forth by the iireless hearth.
The girl put her brown. warm hand
on Elsie's shoulder.
Elsie" said she, stop crying.
Tell me what is the NATTER"
Don't touch me, mademoiselle.' y
walled poor Elsie. They are com
ing TO take me to prison TO night"
Then. III answer to Philippa's
startled eyes Of inquiry, she told how
Mrs. St George had sent a white
MORE dress there to DO re trimmed
with costly Spanish blonde Mrs. St.
George Of the Clifton House. whose
pearls and diamonds and splendid
toilets were the marvel Of the place
and how, by some accident. the old
grandmother had contrivcd to upset
kerosene lamp upon it.
1T is ruined, OF course" said Elise.
clasping her hands; land / cannot
pay for it. so am to be arrested for
the money it is worth"
"She must be an old hag" said
Philippa, impulsively.