The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-02-15

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had taken on her plate, SO great was her
dismay. How was she ever to restore
the embroidery to the trunk? And she
had not the courage to confess to her
parents what she had done.
She scarcely slept at all that night,
and she wished with all her heart that
she had never entered that basement
room. But it seemed to her now that
the only thing she could do was to keep
the embroidery. She saw no way OF
restoring tito the trunk without letting
her parents know of it, and this she felt
she could not do. She thought she
would not be able to endure their ex-
pressions of sorrow and surprise. And
then it was not likely that Mrs. Spear
would ever discover her loss.
She put the embroidery away at the
bottom of the bureau drawer, and there
it lay for two years. Long before the
expiration of that time, Mr.. and Mrs.
Spear and their two children had re-
turned and taken possession of their
home again, but though Rosaile trem-
bled a little at first for fear the en-
broidery would be missed, she recovered
her equanimity when she found that
nothing had been said about it to her
mother.
On her seventeenth birthday Rosalie
received from an aunt, who she had
never seen, a present of fifty dollars and
an invitation to pay her visit.
OF course Resale was overjoyed at
the prospect of a change, and began
Immediately to make preparations for
her visit.
"Oh, how / wish father was little
better off, she said to her mother as
she packed her trunk. 81 have only one
really nice dress to my name, and all the
others are almost shabby
''Try to forget your clothes, and enjoy
yourself as much as you can," said her
mother. ''You will have pleasant
time, know, if you will only make up
your mind not to compare your appear
ance with that of others in better cir
cumstances.
In packing her trunk, Rosalie took
care to put in the embroidered founce.
She took it with her simply because she
did not dare leave it at home, where, by
some unfortunate chance, her mother
might see it.
A week after her arrival at her aunt's,
Rosalie was invited TO large party.
~ haven't a thing to wear, J" she said.
"My best dress is my black silk, and
that is not suitable"
IA pretty white muslin would do, !"
said her aunt.
Gall my muslins have been worn out
of all freshness, said Rosalie.
Suppose you let me look over them, y
said Mrs. Arde. Il am famous hand
at planning.
Rosalie willingly threw open the door
of her closet and put up the lid of her
trunk, and dragged out the contents of
both. In doing SO, she inadvertently
displaced to view the embroidered
flounce.
"How beautifult' exclaimed Mrs.
Arde. "Why, Resale, | wonder that
you did not mention that you had this.
1t is just the thing to make up with a
very queer piece of white muslin. And
you can wear peach-colored or blue rib
bons with it. Come put on your hat.
and we will 60 shopping at once. / will
make you present OF the dress.
Rosalie felt very averse to using the
embroidery, but she did not know what
excuse to make for not doing so. And
so she ohediently put on her hat and
went out with her aunt, who, after buy
ing the materials for the dress, engaged
a dfessmaker to come to the house and
make it up at once.
As may be supposed, Rosalie took lit
tie pride in her appearance the night of
the party, for she could not forget what
it was that made her look so we'll
dressed. She was silent and subdued
throughout the evening, and was very
glad when the party was over, and she
could take the dress off and put it out of
her sight.
81 will never wear it again." she
thought.
But few days later when her aunt
packed her trunk to go to the seashore
for week, the dress went in as mat
ter of course.
"Just the thing for you to wear at the
hotel hops, said Mrs. Arde, who was
not to accompany her niece to the sea-
shore, but who had willingly consented
to Rosalie's acceptance of an invitation
from an old lady who had taken fancy
to the young girls bright face and pleas
ant manners.
III spite of her resolution not to wear
the dress again, Rosalie was obliged to
put it on before she had been two days
at the seashore, for she had nothing else
fr, III f<@,.o
tainment, and Mrs. Darling, the lady
with whom she was staying, would not
listen to her protestations of a prefer
ence for a quiet evening at home.
The hotel was crowded, and the ball
room was thronged with young and old.
Resale enjoyed at first looking at the
various beautiful costumes and study
ing the many different faces about her;
but she received a sudden shock when
she discovered that some one was study
ing her-or rather, her dress.
She felt uncomfortable and ill at ease
at once, and would have gone home inn
mediately had such thing been posi-
BILE; but she could see nothing of Mrs.
Darling, and was obliged to stand the
scrutiny of he stranger-who was a
young and elegantly dressed lady as
| best she could.
So long a time had passed since she
had taken the tlounce that sheno longer
feared discovery; but any attention paid
her dress always reminded her so I'M
pleasantly of her sin that she was made
utterly wretched.
How much more was she when the
young lady approaching her said, with
pleasant smile:
''Will you excuse my speaking to you
without an introduction? Ny name is
Eleanor Willoughby, and am staying
here for a few days with my mother.
The reason / have taken the liberty of
speaking to you is that l want to ask
you if you are willing to let me know
who embroidered the flounce on your
dress? 1t is beautiful.
Rosalie started and turned deadly
pale. 1t was full minute before she
could control herself sufficiently to
reply:
Il am quite willing to tell you, but
am afraid you viii not be able to get