The Penn's Grove record., 1884-07-05

"Only one silk and that not newt
Dear me, dear me, it is dreadfulP' and
Mrs. Grayson caught up the pretty bod
ice of the garment in question and gave
it a spiteful little shake. Kathie, hem
ming rufles by the window, laughed.
"What can't be cured must be endur-
ed; there's no help for it, auntie," she
said.
Eyes, there was help for it," cried
the lady, tossing the bodice from her,
'Tf you mad taken my advice; but you
must go and act like a simpletoni The
idea Of a girl of your age giving away
her hard earnings and then getting mar
ried without a decent change of CLOTH
ingl I declare it is too absurd. And
you are making such agood match, too.
Charlie Montague comes of one of the
best families in the country, and he
will be rich one of these days"
SAT which time, let US hope, my
scanty wardrobe will be replenlshed,"
said Kathie, merrily.
Her aunt frowned contemptuously.
sBut what are you to do now?" h
went on. "What do you think Mrs.
Montague, of Oaklands, will think OF
you when she sees your OUTFIT"
"Not one whit less than she thinks
of me to-day" answered Kathie, stout
ly.
Mrs GraysoL laughed in scorn.
"You poor little simpletonl Wait
until you know the world as I know it
and youm change your tune. l tell
you Kathie, appearance is everything.
Your bridegroom himself will feel
ashamed of you when he sees you in
the midst of his stately sisters, in the
grand rooms of Oaklands."
Kathie WINGED but she answered
bravely:
II don't believe Charlie will ever feel
ashamed of me-"
"Wait until he sees you in your shah
by garments"
"Shabby garments" said Kathie,
opening her bright brown eyes. "My
garments are not shabby, auntie. Lam
quite sure 1 never looked shabby in my
whole life."
Mrs. Grayson glanced at the trim,
graceful little figure. The close fitting
blue merino was faultless; the linen
cuffs and collars were as spotless as
snow. Kathie was right; she
looked shabby. Her garments seemed
to be part and parcel Of herself, like
the glossy feathers and black tuft of a
canary Yet these same garments were
usually made of all sorts of odds and
ends, for Kathie was poor and was
obliged to be rigidly economical. But
she was possessed of that tact, or tai
ent, or whatever 1t may be called, which
fortune; which enables her, by the
mere skill of her willing fingers and ar
fist soul, to make life, her home, her
own person, ga thing of beauty and a
joy forever"
Mrs. Grayson, Kathie's well-to-do
aunt, with daughters Of her own. who
trailed their silks in the dust and tum-
bled their laces and plumes and looked
dowdy all the while, regarded the little
trim figure by the window with a half
admiring, half cOntemptuous smile.
You're rather a pretty girl, Kathie,
and you understand the art of getting
yourself up in good style. What you've
got will do well enough, but there's so
little of it. Your bridal outfit is shame
full, upon my word. What will you do
for carriage dresses and dinner dresses
and evening dresses when you are Char
lie Montague's wifeP Why, when l was
"A bride 1 had everything; a round doz-
en- of silks of every hue, poplins, meri-
nos, tissues and half a dozen sort of
wraps. 1 didn't go to James Grayson
bare of clothes, l tell you"
Kathie said nothing. She bent over
her ruffies, her bright eyes dim with
tears.
"Such a simpleton as you've been,"
her aunt continued, latter toiling and
teaching for your money to turn round
and give it away. l declare, it puts me
all out of temper to think of it,"
''What else could l dor" the girl
burst out passlonately. Gould 1 see
Georges cottage sold over his head, and
he and his wife and children turned out
into the street,"
"Assuredly, " answered the lady cold
". she could have rented = house easy