The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1889-02-14
"The more goose you'll"

that you wore all last winter" =,
"There's no hurry about that" sad
Hattie, with a toss Of her head. mo
girl can expect to get settled IN lie II
she has no enterprise at ALL"
Daphne was silent. She sewed ouslly
on.
"You won't take the MORE dress|
"No."
"It would make you look like an
Eastern Qucenm
II would great deal rather look like
an American factory-girl" said Daphne;
And no amount of persuasion could
induce her to abandon this position.
Hattie went home, almost crying with
vexation.
"And Madam Leroux was going to let
me have the blue silk dollar cheaper,
if got customer for the yellow moirc, "
pondercd she. Daphne is too mean
+ for anything' x 4 y
"You are really going to this country
husking ball, Rudolph2" cried Miss Tux
ford, scornfully.
81 am really going, Adele"
Miss Tuxford raised her pretty blonde
eyebrows, as snc stirred the chocolate IN
her decorated china cup.
els there any especial attractions" she
asked, archly.
"lf you'll come with me, Dell, I'll
show you plenty of pretty. girls" laugh
ingly retorted Mr.. Tuxford.
Am to have sister-in-law from the
country" asked Adele.
"I haven't quite made up my mind
yet, Dell" composcdly answered her
brother. "Upon the whole, however, l
am rather inclined to fancy the idea of
settling down in this quaint old rcd
brick house that Cousin Arial Tuxford
has left me. The girls around here are
charming and original, even if they
haven't had boarding school educat-
tions-and, you sec, they have not been
brought up TO expect seasons at Newport
and summers at Bar IIarbor."
"To me-" said Adele, "the place is
inexpressibly dreary."
"Iou had better come with m3 10 the
husking-ball," said Rudolph, laughing.
"There's a young mill-owner, that re-
minds one of Edgar Ravcnswood, in q
modcrn-cut suit of clothes, and"
"Nonscnscl" said Adele.
But she made up her mind to 60, all
the same.
She was flirting, in pretty, digniied
way, with Harry Liscombc, the son Of
the silk.mill owner, and the original of
the edgar Raycnswood" idea at the
husking-ball, when suddenly she lifted
up her eyes from behind her jeweled
fan.
"Who is TINT little creature in the
blue dress, Mr.. J.iscombe2" said she.
"And the incomprchensible satin boots
that don't fit her? and the blue gloves
that are not match for her gowni"
Harry Liscombc looked around.
"Oh," "said he, "I see whom you mean !!
She is one of our mill-girls. Isn't she
pretty?"
"Gh, she's pretty enough; but that
dress", Adele burst into soft, well.
modulatcd fit Of laughter. 'It's one of
my old toilettes that gave to my maid
1.isette a month ago. And ] suppose
Lisette has sold it to one of those second
hand harpics that arc always preySng
upon society, and this poor creature has
by some chance stumbled upon it. Upon
nv word, this is too ridiculous"
Old Mrs. Potts, who sat against the
wall with her two still, elderly daughters,
vino rever got -esJ .t~t-------1'----"e
heard It all.
She told Miss Maurice, who made a
funny story of it to amuse the doctors
daughters, and in less than fifteen
minutes it was through the ballroom
like an electric current. People were
looking, smiling, whispering.
."Comc away, Hattie" whispered Dor
cas-, her cider sister. Every one IS
laughing at your secondhand dress"
Hattie colorcd to the very roots OF her
fri,zcd yellow hair.
"My second hand dress" she faltered.
"And how do they know it is second
handW .,
ut used to be Miss Tuxford's," said
Dorcas. "Shc gave it 10 her maid. ller
maid sold it to your Madam l.croux
and--Oh, do come away, Hattie! l feel
so ashamed. See how people are star
ingm
So ended Hattie Murray's evening OF
Measure; and as she slipped like guilty
creature out of the room, she saw
Daphne Walters Icing led TO the head
of the second cotillion by bIr. Tuxford
himself. :,
"In that old rcd gown, tool" she said
to herself, as she burst into hystcrlcal
tears and sobs out in the dressing room:
That evening was the turning point OF
Daphne's destiny. Rudolph Tuxford's
heart somehow became entangled under
the dark mcshcs of her long eyclashes :
in the loops of the garnet ribbon which
frightened up her last years cashmere
dress-and the naughty Adele had "a -,
mill. girl" for q sistcr-in' law after all.
And sister-inlaw, too. of whom it was
not necessary to be ashamed. For, as
she admitted herself, Daphne had tht
dignity of princess. :,
"She would be true lady" acknoWi-
edged Adele, "whatcvcr her station II
lifem
But poor, pink.checked, faxen- haired
Hattie? She stands still before ne
loom, watching the whirring wheels, tn
revolving bands, but her restless lltti'
heart is ever chafng at her destiny.
Daphne rolls by in her carriage,
thought she, "while l. Oh, ifit hadn'
been for that hateful secondhand dres
for the mocking laughter of those fin
ladiesm.
But Hattie Murray was wrong
Daphne had conquered through her owl
noble nature, which spurned aught llk
deceit or false appearances. 1t was no
Daphne that had conquered; it wa
Truth. .-Sat0rdIy Night.