The Russellville Democrat., 1884-01-24

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there: what II she inst locked a. them ,
littlos II would do no harm, grandma
wouldn't care; no, indeed, grandma
loved her. So slfe lifted up the yellow
satin dress. How it shimmered and
slrone, though Il had lain there years
and 10 lrs, and 1t was so stiff and heavy
ii would almost stand alone. What a
beauty it WAS! What ii she should just
slip it on for minute2 You ought to
study yotfr lessons right away, con-
science told her, tut she answered:
will in a mIntlte; I almost know that
hard seven lire now --seyen times nine
afe-are web, rllhave tine enough,
She gasped, as she tried hard to make
the dress that had fitted the slender
waist sof her grandmother come to-
gether about her own stout little body.
It 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 pair
Of cunning little slippers with high
heels, then tied on big satin bonnet.
and with dainty little fan in her hand
she was ready. =
.She trailed up to an old looking
glass that hung on the wall, and was
perfectly astonishcd. 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 .
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 . bag OF
feathers, bowed low, and inquired after
the health Of Mrs. Fitzallan and her
children.
.But bark! what noise was thatP Was
somebody comingP Yes, somebody was
coming UP stairs as fast as possible
two somebody's, and they walked
straight into the room. twas mamma
and Mr.. Denise; Mr.. Denise was an
artist M @9HkA ~
"a arge old oil painting stood in the
attic. It 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.
Mr.. Dense 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 as
Winnie had put the last thing back into
the chest Aunt Lena's bell tinkled up
the stairs as signal that recitation
hour had come.
THAT afternoon, Just after dinner, a
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, over
smooth roads, to Clifton Park; a long
ride on lovely afternoon, that is what
Winnie lost. This drive had been
planned week ago and she had look ed
forward 10 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
at was hard. But when mamma
had heard her laundering and stumbling
through her lesson, she had said to
grandma: 1t will almost 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 da,lying over her lessons and play
ing. when she knows very well she
should be hard at work. My little girl
may better she'd few tears to-day
than to grow up disobeying her con-
science
did she grow up to be good wom-
amp Mabel asked.
'.Ask Uncle Will," grandma said,
with sly-glance that way. ss
''Did the artist ever paint her picture
with the gold satin skirt and the blue
satin bonnetpn
Eyes, he did,. &
"Have you ever seen itp"
Is Yes: and so have you.'
"Where?n 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"
"Ddn't yon know" whispered grand
ma, "that your auntie had two names
Alice Winifred?''
.sO-hr' said Mabel, and then she
sank back in the large chair and looked
at Aunt Alice sitting by her husbands
side reading. as
The gas light shown upon her bright
hair and made it look like gold, and her
white dress fell about her in soft folds.
Her happy face looked as if she never
disobeyed her conscience.
Mabel thought within herself: II am
glad know that good, dear. sweet
Aunt Alice was naughty sometimes. 1t
won't seem such an im-pos-si-bit-ity for
me to be good some time. But she only
said: "Grandma, / believe Like mod
ern history best, and shall tell that
story every single word to Joe and
Teddy and Mabel when they come over
to spend the day. Every word, grand