Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1888-06-01
"FAIRY'S SLIPPERS"
Grandmother's Story of Hor
Younger Days.

A great dim garrett where the air
was sweet with mingled odors from
drying herbs hung from its an
cient rafters. The sunset light family
penetrated tho dusky space, glancing
here and there upon bit of glowing
color in some quaint gown that, limp
ly pendent, retained not n curve of the
form it draped in time gone by.
Beneath the caves, where floor and
rafters all but meet, leaned rows of
faded portraits in dull, tarnishcd
frames. Tho painted eyes rested on n
quaint old cradle, tattered books, dis
carded dolls, sled, battered rock
ing-horse, n drm-forgotten things
that spoke of many generations that
had been born and lived and died be-
meath that roof
There was noise upon the stairs,
the click of dainty modern heels, and
n group of pretty girls invaded the gar
ret, seeking amusement from its treas
ures. The dust flew from the lids OF
trunks and boxes, whose contents
stiff brocades and clinging muslins,
homespun gowns, and curious fabric:
still breathing of tho Orient whence
they came-eNcited the amazement
and delight of the girls.
At last the leader of the party drag
ged from dusky corner n small,
much-worn trunk, covered with horse
hide and studded with brass nails.
There was tantalizing rustic OF
wrappings from within, but the trunk
resisted every effort at opening it.
alt must be locked, cried Dolly,
hot and breathless.
"How provoking" exclaimed Nell,
al wonder where's the key"
What key, dearP" asked voice
from the door, where stood new
conner
"oh, grandmammal Do please oper
this for usl' cried the girls, soizing
upon the-little lady, who, nothing 10TH
produced n bunch of keys and seated
herself before the old trunk.
There was brcathless pause rs SHE
lifted the lid, and took from its wrap
: pings marvellous gown of old bro
cado. The girls spread out its ricl
folds, with cries of admiration.
1t was of beautiful rose-color will
hints of blue and other gorgeous huo
that blended in tho harmony only pro
duced by subtitle weavers of the East
Threads of gold, outlining ilowe
here and there. glittcred bravely in tn,
lamplight as grandmamma smiled owe
II.
"Was it yours, grandmammaP
nsked Dolly.
"Ycs. DEAR" she answered absently
bending to lift small box from tn
trunk.
"Oh! tell us about when you wor
IT," begged Nell, "Im sure it has
story"
"Yes, it has," said gradmamm
thoughtfully; land | have cause to re
member il"
The girls seated themselves on trunk
and boxes, and looked at her in de
lighted expectations; for her storie
were rare and much priced. HoldinI
her hands upon the little box sh
began:
"My life in this old house was quietl
happy; until was nineteen years oil
there was no story to tell of it. Th
railroad was not then bHilt, and peopl
Travelled by stage-coach or stayed q
home. Houses were few and scattered
A family whom will call Burton Qes
you recognize them too soon were on
nearest neighbors, though half mil
distant Sally and Polly Burton wer
near my own age, and were my yer
dear friends.
"on my eighteenth birthday, l r,
ceived this brocade rs n present frol
my godfather He was Il sea-captail
and had brought this from the East @
his last voyage. 1t was considere
wonderfully beautiful even there, /
you can imagine what a sensation
caused here.
''Mother rightly thought it far t'
fine for me. and laid it away in tn
same little trunk until should arri'
at an age and dignity to wear it. TIL
time had. in my opinion, come whe
4he'f)llowing winter my friend Sal
was TO be married. and asked me TO
one of her four bridesmaids.
Her fance came of a fine old faI
lily, Al did she herself; and scores
relatives were expected to the wcddin
which promised TO be very grand al
brilliant affair. Mother hesitated
have the dress made; but girls tn
wore much older gowns than in the
wiser times, SO she finally consentc
rs expected for of her six childreI
was tho only gIrlr and WAS iaasls
accordingly.