Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1886-06-10

flowers, and her point-lace parasol
shading it, Mrs. Dalrymple, satisfied
and happy, bowed right and left to the
numerous admiring faces who met and
bowed to her.
CHAPTER V.
That same evening Nine. Damer.
eau, having dined and taken her coffee,
proceeded to her usual business with her
cashier, Mrs. Cooper reduced
gentlewoman, who had tried the trade
of governess till she was heart-sick,
and thankfully left it for her present
situation, where she had less to do and
fifty guineas year. Miss Atkinson
and Miss Wells, the two showroom
assistants, came in. 1t was necessary
days sale. that she might enter the
different articles. They arrived, in
due course, at the account of Mrs.
Dalrymple.
Dress of Point d Angleterre," cried
Nine Damereau. .One hundred
guineas."
(Which dress is it that she has
bought" inquired Mrs. Cooper, look
ing up from her writing. She had
learned to take an interest in the sales
and the customers.
THE one the Baroness ordered fo1
her daughter and then would not have
it when it came" explained madame.
II sent it to the Countess of Oak-tonne
last night, when the Baroness refused
it. but it seems she did not keep 1T.
She was in, yesterday morning, asking
about lace dress, but she never knows
her own mind two hours together, that
Milady Oak-tonne."
1T is very nice dress, remarked
Mrs. Cooper.
cit is a beauty" added Miss Akin
son. ..And Lady Oak-tonne need not
have cried it down"
'.Did she cry it DOWN." quickly asked
madame.
ssShe said it was as dear as fires hot"
..Par exemple, uttered madame,
with a flashed face. ''Did she say that?"
Yes, ma am, so Roberts told me
when he brought it back
s'She is the most insolent customer
we have, that femme Oak-tonne!' ex-
ploded madame. ''And pays the worst.
The robe would have been cheap at the
price | asked her."
..What price was thatP" inquired
Mrs. Cooper.
eighty guineas."
'.Mrs. Dalrymple, lace robe, one
hundred guineas,' read Mrs. Cooper.
'.What else?'
Making"
ats not made yet, is it?''
ooh, put it down at a round sum,
| commanded madame. Making, two
guineas. Peach glace slip comes next"
ssPeach glace Slip wrote Mrs. Coop
| er. ''The price, if you please?"
PUT it down in round figures, too.
Ten guineas. She did not ask
Il sold her those morning sleeves,
with the little dots" interposed Miss
| Wells. There was no price mentioned,
ma am.
..What were they marked?' asked
madame.
| Fourteen and siXpence."
'Put them down at a guinea, Mrs.
Cooper. Making peach glace slip
let's see, no lining or trimmings-say
fourteen shillings. White point-lace
bonnet, thirteen guineas. Sleeves and
collar-what did l say for that, Miss
| Wells?'
Fifteen guineas, ma'am, and the
handkerchief nine
Sleeves, collar, and handkerchief of
Venice point, twenty-four guineas,
read Mrs. Cooper. ''She must be rich,
this Mrs. Dalrymple."
| CONNIE ca, for that, quoth madame.
'.She has had for more than thou
sand pounds in the last six weeks. 1
suppose you are sure of her, Nine.
DamereauP She is a new customer this
| season.
Il wish 1 was as sure of getting to
Paris next year, responded madame.
''Her husband has not long come into
the estate. Their moneys all right.
These young brides will dress and have
their fling, and let them, say l. These
Dalreemps are friends of the Civ
lands, which is quite sufficient passe-
port. You can 60 on now to Nine.
| Cliv-land, Mrs. Cooper; one black man.
tie, silk and lace, three pounds ten
shillings, and one fancy straw bonnet,
blue trimmings, three guineas.
us that all for Mrs. Cleveland?"
Madame shrugged her shoulders.
That's all. would not give thank
you for the custom of Nine. Cliv-land;
but they are well connected"
There was Mrs Dalrymple's
wreath" interrupted Miss Atkinson,
referring to pencil list in her hand.
Yes. forgot" answered madame.
what were those wreaths invoiced to
us at, Miss WellsP This is the first
sold.'
Twenty-nine and sixpence each,
ma am
'.Peach-and-white crystalized wreath,
Mrs; Cooper, if you please. Forty-nine
shillings.'
"Forty-nine shillings,'' concluded
Mrs. Cooper, making the entry. 'Is
that all, then, for Mrs. Dalrymple?"
That was all, and a pretty good
.'all." too.
But Selma Dalrymple didn't seem to
think so. l tell you the mania was
upon her.
One bright morning, about fortnight
afterward, when the sun was shining
brilliantly and the skies were blue, and
the streets warm and dusty, she sat in
| the breakfast-room with her husband.
The late meal was over, and Selma was
drumming her pretty foot on the floor,
and not looking the essence OF good
humor. She wore richly-embroidered
white dress with pink ribbons. Her
delicate features and her damask checks
were softened by white lace-some-
thing-it was certainly not a cap. Mr..
Dalrymple's eyes had rarely rested on
fairer woman, and his heart knew it
too well.
"Selina, I asked you last night
whether you intended to 60 to Lady
Burnham's breakfast at that rural villa
of theirs. Of course if you go | will
accompany you, but otherwise / have
some business l should like to attend
to on Thursday"