The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-09-23
INTERESTING STORY.
THE GARDEN PARTY.

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The Liddon girls were poor. AS nat
ural consequence they were proud, and per-
haps it only complicated matters that they
were SO pretty.
And when Mrs. Stuart Seymour sent
them an invitation to her garden-party they
looked at one another in silent longing,
mixed with dismay.
g Wouldn't it be nice ?" said Iilias, with
little gasp.
"We should meet everybody !" said
Louise, thinking only of one particular per-
son, handsome young major of artillery,
who was visiting at the Seymour mansion
just at that time.
And We never get chance to go any
where !" sighed Lilias.
But it's no use |" declared Louise.
We haven't thing to wenr !"
F" But, Louise, Think" urged Lilias
There are our. two=-white organdie
dresses"
g Horrid, seant, old-fashioned things :"
said Louise. &C Besides, the last time it WAS
done up, there was a hole ironed through
the bottom hounce of mine"
Yes, know" said Lilias - Neither of
them in itself is fit to wear; but l was
thinking that we could take the best part of
each and contrive quite respectable gown
out of BOTH
Oh, you darling !" cried Louise, ecstati-
cally. " But" with sudden catching of
her breath, only one dress Then only
one of us could go. 1t must be you, Lily ~
No, not me" said Lilias "you are the
younger"
But you are thousand times the pref
teri" cried enthusiastic Louise.
:" And it was my fault that Aunt Parkyns'
box of cast-of dresses was nailed up and
sent back said Lilias land that she was
offended by my writing that dreadful note
about not wanting anything that was only
fit for the rag-bag."
1t was true I" flashed out Louise. "She
would have been ashamed to offer the
wretched scraps to her maid. If she really
wanted to help us. why didn't she send
gift Of money, or of something that we
could use 2"
1t was MI my pride and haughtiness |"
sighed Lilias. And now deserve to do
penance for it. Wen fix the white organdie
dress over, dear, and you shall wear it. /
saw q beautiful pattern in the old leaf of a
fashion-book that was wrapped around the
roses that Mrs. Seymour sent mamma, and
almost know how I can arrange it to look
nice"
"But," sighed Louise, "the ?"
Must you have bonnet 7"
For garden-party? or course" de-
cided Louise. Everybody wears them"
Can't we trim the old one ~
:" With what ?" said despairing Louise.
ooh, Lily, we must give it up, after all !"
No, we won't ~ said Lilias :" We can
do something, am quite sure of that.
Only give me time to think and in the
meanwhile, get your soissors-we must rip
up the old organdie at once; and while we
are working, wen spur up our inventive
powers"
But no ingenuity on earth can make
something out of nothing; and the more
Lilias and Louise pondered, the less salts
factory became the prospect of bonnet fit
to wear to Mrs. Stuart seymour's garden
party.
If I can't go like lady, I won't go al
all, said poor Louise, with tears in her
eyes. 81 hate being shabby. genteel."
But when Louise was down in the kitch-
en-. washing and ironing sundry bits of lace
which had been ripped off the two dresses,
which were now being condensed into one,
a sudden, bright idea blazed into Lilias'
BRAIN.
almost knew could do it, she said,
speaking out aloud in her earnestness.
:" The very coarsest rye-straw with black
lace strings, made out of mammals old
thread -barbe, and a cluster Of pink everlast-
ing flowers pinned on the side and saw
them carting load of such lovely rye-straw
into Mr.. Darling's barn yesterday. l don't
think it would be sin for me to take Just
few. At all events, shall run the risk
and won't tell Louise until I know whether
II will be failure or not I'll braid II in
the fancy pattern learned at Mrs. Foilett's
when was at boarding school, and can
shape it over the little earthenware- crock
that we cook oatmeal in"
Very early the next morning, while the
September sky was yet glowing with the
golden tints of dawn, Lilias Liddon arose
and hurriedly dressed herself, ran across
the dew-steeped meadows and woods, and
climbed audaciously into the windows of
Rufus Darling's great red barn.
a. 7 ,youldp't do sYoh q fh;no axoa,t for
Louise's sake" she said to herself, with
burning cheeks and eyes glittering with
mischief. But no one will ever know.
If it had been a year age, would not have
stolen my poor little rye-straws by stealth
Rufus Darling would have given me any
thing on his farm for the sake of Louise's
bright eyes. If only the meddling neigh
bors would have let them alone p
And seating herself in the midst of the
pile of FURNISHED, yellow straw, she began
to select the smoothest and most perfect Of
the straws, clipping them with her pocket.
scissors and depositing them, one by one,
in little basket at her side.
When she had made beginning, she
could not resist the temptation to run down
to the old well under the apple-trees and
draw lineup of water moistening the
straws, and beginning the pretty lace-edge
braid with eager fingers.
1T will take more straw than had any
idea off, said she. " / must run back and
get few more"
Once more she perched herself on her lit
tie throne amid the sweet-scented rye-straw,
the brown curls escaping over her forehead,
the eager crimson dying her cheek
And at that very moment the big double
doors were thrown open, admitting food
OF morning sunshine, against which stood
Rufus Darling himself, leaning picturesquely
against his horses shoulder.
Lilias jumped to her feet, blushing to the
very roots of her hair.
Mr.. Darling doffed his hat.
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