The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1886-04-14
WELLINGTON ENTERPRISE WEDNESDAY. APRIL A. 1886.

collar-what did l say for that, Miss
Wellsp"
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."
"Comme ca, for that" "quoth madame.
"She has had for more than thou
sand pounds in the last six weeks. |
suppose you are sure OF her, Nine.
DamereauP She is a new customer this
season.
81 wish 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 go 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."
as that all for Mrs. Clevelandp"
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 a pencil list in her hand.
Eyes, | 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. 'ls
that all, then, for Mrs. DalrympleP"
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 a 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 a richly-embroidered
white dress with pink ribbons. Her
delicate features and her damask cheeks
were softened by white lace-some-
thing-it was certainly nota cap. Mr..
Dalrymple's eyes had rarely rested on
fairer woman, and his heart knew ii
too well.
"Selina, l asked you last night
whether you intended TO go to Lady
Burnham's breakfast at that rural villa
of theirs. OF course il you 60 l will
accompany you, but otherwise I have
some business l should like to attend
to on Thursday"
al can't CO." answered Selma. 81
have nothing to wear"
Nothing to wearP"
Nothing on earth
"How can you say SOP"
81 did think of ordering a suitable
toilette for it, and was at Damereau'
about it yesterday. But after what you
said last night"
Selma stopped, pouted and looked
half inclined to cry.
my dear, what do you meanp what
did sayP Only that you seemed to
me never to appear in the same dress
whether at home or out; and begged
you to remember that our income was
limited. You know, though it is nom
inally two thousand year, out o.
that"
"You said i changed my dresses foui
times a day, Oscar" she interrupted
cutting short his argument.
"Well. Don't youP"
TO BE CONTINUED.