Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1884-01-10
from the Chicago Tribune.1
A. MODERN CINDERELLA,
BY X. M'PHEL1s1.

BY X. M'PHEL1M. Z !f 7
Goodnight" said Mrs. Carson. She
prided herself on her politeness. She
would not for worlds have omitted saving
farewell for even the briefest period
though just now her tone oficy displeas,
ure, was decidedly more chilling than
would have been the most stony silence.
"There, therel another timel Be
good child-don't, bether!" murmured
kindly enough meek, nervous, apollo.
getic Mr.. Carson, tugging desperately
OF his ecru kid gloves and prancinr
around to avoid stepping or his wife's
voluminous satin train as that lady swept
majestically By him and out into the
hall. 81 ssI = {.5g
Miss Eustachia Carson paused for a
last deliberate look into the pier glass.
She was small, but nature had atoned
former niggardliness in regard to height
BY generous if unsylph.like breadth.
She had pretty featured, languishing,
insipid face, like the visage Of faded
wax doll.
This evening yshe had dressed with
conscientious regard as to effect, And
effect enough there certainly was, but as
Miss Carson's taste was not the most ar
tlstlc In the world it was rather startling
than admirable. 3 She wore an elaborate
dress OF heliotrope satin brocaded in
crimson velvet flowers, an opera cloak of
bright blue surah and swansdown. and
pink kid gloves very long and very
wrinkled.
ls is curious the things which satisfy
some people. That glance in the mir
ror absolutely thrilled her with intense
satisfaction. Deigping neither nod nor
look to the dark clad young figure
standing on the Hearth rug she swished
round her train, gswoopsd to catch it,
and sailed out of the room, leaving be-
hind her an almost suppressiye sugees-
tion OF Lubin.S a
MIR. Carson still engaged in valiant
struggle. with his gloves, glanced fur
lively after the resplendent retreatinp
forms of his wife and daughter, then
sidled across the carpet in manner
positively stealthy to where his niece
Ruby I !" IN quite ponderous whis-
per. and laying one hand (ecru as to the
half-gloved fingers, the rest being as red
as boiled lobster gently enough on
the girls dusk head, "I wish could
let you go in my eplace-Lord, I do!
Plays, theaytres, and sech like don't suit
me, nor me them. But for young
cretur, like you it's material, oh, its nat
erala Tell9ye what I'll do, Ruby. I'll
get We matiney tickets on the sly, and
ye can go after all, uubekpown to 'em.
Yes, Adelia, yes. my dear, I'm a com.
in And in response to Mrs. Car
son'ssshrill summons he hustled of.
Ruby laughed half sadly to herself.
On the aly In "a. state Of what subjec-
ton the poor little man was to be sure |!
He could not do her the slightest kind
ness except in fear and trembling.
She was his dead sisters only child,
and he was very fond of her, would
have been very good to her had he suf-
fclent moral courage to assert himself
and his rights occasionally. AS it was
he was o mere fgure-head in his own
houseAa very humble-visaged, low
voiced, nervous little fgure.head at
that.
And Ruby ?-well, she was only a
child after all, just past 16. For. her the
tinsel and glitter Of the footlights had
not yet lost their charm. She was young
enough still to feela quicker heart throb
as the first bars of the .orchestra re-
sounded, young enough to like to watch
the gay crowds surging down the aisles,
young enough when, the curtain rolled
upward at last to lose herself in the
mimic life before her, forgetful of all
her small daily griefs, Mrs. Carson's icy
politAnees, and Eustachia's 3 ungentle dis
dain, while-as poor Charles Lamb puts
it. with Rpsalind in Arden, or; Viola
at f6A Court 81 I'll Sria. SgSs Ns
AID soSto.night IL was no wonder that
then etty mignonne face grew SO dole
full g the minutes ticked on. .s
IsNas 81 still in the great gorgeous
hofSgS to6- goxgeous, though every
shining gilt frame and bright plush por-
tieFe eand cabinet of brio q brac, chosen
vtt&exscrable taste, SPOKE stparvenu =
asplaihly as Tongue could have said it.
And they had q box, the little brown
clad lady rOcking vigorously in low
chair before the open CRATE, told herself
gloomily One more might just as well
bassgone as NOT, and she she did G SO adj admire II
Hogiax had the play proceeded now9 ?
Wss Rosalind saying to Orlando in the
sweet foreign voice of the Polish actress,
Sir, youhaye wrestled well and over
thrown more than your enemies. Or
had itpyogrefHed farther |? WasJacques
asking, Is what stature is your love ?p
and Orlando answering gallantly, a, Just
as high, ,As my heaft!,' Was. iseTi ie;i3;
G0pd,graciousl" Miss Ruby sprang
l,aviydSreS3iusfoh In her fanfs ses ss WIN dnasi, r.