The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1889-02-13


Daphne shook her head resolutely.
"How should look, " said she-"I, a
poor factory girl-wearing yellow moire-
autiquel Did you ever read the fable of
The Daw in Borrowed Feathers Hat
tie"
"Pve hired dress to wear ~ de6antly
cried Hattie-''a beautym
''The more goose youW
''Pale blue" said ecstatic Hattie,
trimmed with crystal fringe and loops
of crystal cord. Rudolph Tuxford likes
blue. / heard him say so once"
Daphne colored a little, but said moth
ing.
'And supposed, of course, you would
send for the yellow MORE, went on Hat
tie. "There wouldn't a girl there be
dressed like US"
"No, | should think not!n said
Daphne.
"Ten dollars isn't much for a party
dress - urged Hattie.
"But you owe the jeweler for that set
Of canoes yet" reminded Daphne.
"And you haven't paid the last install
ment on that imitation sealskin jacket
that you wore all last winter"
"There's no hurry about that" said
Hattie, with toss of her head. "No
girl can expect to get settled in life if
she has no enterprise at ALL"
Daphne was silent. She sewed busily
on.
"You won't take the moire drcss"
"No."
at would make you look like an
Eastern Queenw
81 would great deal rather look like
an American factory-girlw 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 a dollar cheaper,
if got a customer for the yellow moire, I"
pondered she. Daphne is too mean
for anything"
"You are really going to this country
husking ball, Rudolph9" cried Miss Tux
| ford, scornfully.
81 am really going, Adele"
Miss Tuxford raised her pretty blonde
eyebrows, as she stirred the chocolate in
her decorated china cup.
as there any especial attraction2" she
asked, archly.
"lf you'll come with me, Dell, I'll
show you plenty of pretty girls" laugh
ingly retorted Mr.. Tuxford.
sam to have sister in law from the
\ country" asked Adele.
81 haven't quite made up my mind
yet, Dell" composedly 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 arc
charming and original, even if they
haven't had boarding school educat-
tions-and, you see, they have not been
brought up to expect seasons at Newport
and summers at Bar Harbor."
"To me-" said Adele, "the place is
inexpressibly dreary."
"l ou had better come with me TO the
husking-ball, said Rudolph, laughing.
"rhere's young mill-owner, that re
minds one of Edgar Ravenswood, in a
modern. cut suit of clothes, and"
"Nonsensel" said Adele.
But she made up her mind to go, oil
the same.
She was flirting, in pretty, dignified
way, with Harry Liscombe, the son of
the silk mill owner, and the original oi
the edgar Ravenswood" idea at the
husking- ball, when suddenly she lifted
up her eyes from behind her jeweled
fan.
"Who is that little creature in the
blue dress, Mr.. Liscombep said she.
"Aud the incomprehensible satin boots
that don't fit herr and the blue gloves
that are not match for her gownp
Harry iennn,ha lOOlya1 aronpI
"Oh," said he, 81 sec whom you mean
She is one of our mill-girls. Isn't she
pretty2"
"Jh, she's pretty enough; but that
dress" Adele burst into a soft we'll
moduated fit of laughter. 'It's one OF
my old toilettes that gave to my maid
Lisette has sold it to one of those second.
hand harpies that are always preying
upon society, and this poor creature has
by some chance stumbled upon it. Upon
my word, this is too rldiculousm
Old Mrs. Potts, who sat against the
wall with her two stiff, elderly daughters,
VINO never got any invitations to dance,
heard it all.
She told Miss Maurice, who made q
funny story of it to amuse the doctors
/ uduRutefSt anu III less inuu ullecL
minutes it was through the ballroom
like an electric current. People werC
looking, smiling, whispering.
"Come away, Hattie" whispered Dor
cas-, her elder sister. every one il
laughing at your secondhand dress. "
Hattie colored to the very roots of hel
fri zed yellow hair.
"My second hand dress !" she faltered.
"And how do they know it is second
handW
1T used TO be Miss Tuxford's,n said
Dorcas "She gave it to her maid. Hel
maid sold it to your Madam LerouA
and oh, do come away, Hattie feel
so ashamed See how people are star
ingw
So ended Hattie Murray's evening oi
pleasure; and as she slipped like a guilty
creature out of the room, she saw
Daphne Walters being led to the head
of the second cotillion by Mr.. Tuxford
himself.
"In that old red gown, tool" she said
10 herself as she burst into hysterical
tears and sObs out in the dressing room.
That evening was the turning point OF
Daphne's destiny. Rudolph Tuxford''
heart somehow became entangled under
the dark meshes of her long eyelashes
| in the lOons Of the Garnet ribbOn which