The new era., 1890-08-28
A MODERN CINDERELLA.
OLIVIA PHILLIPS.

ger in Mrs. Williams pew this morn
ingp Wasn't he perfectly crushing !
Such eyes Such a perfect nosel And
such beautiful olive complexionl He
didn't seem to notice any one. Won
der who. he is2 Where he came from ?
Is he rich, or is he poorp Saint or
sinner, adore your manly strength and
beauty.n
"Maud Winthrop" said Grace, do
stop your foolishness, and I'll tell you
what l know about the new conner.
Ma told me in church. He's neither a
lord nor count. lie is both saint and
sinner. All men are. He may be rich,
or poor. That he's handsome, 1 CONFESS;
but, in all soberness, he is the brother
of old Mrs. Williams. Can you believe
it? There were eleven children in her
family. All are dead but the Oldest,
Mrs. Williams, and the youngest, who
is the hero of the hour. He has been
in India for about ten years Ma Shinks
he must have been twenty-five years ald
when he went away"
''Grace, you're daisy Such infore
nation is refreshing. Now, listen,
here it is in nutshell:
1.-THE new arrival-large in statue,
strong of limb, eyes undimmed by years
of grief, mouth too sweet for anything,
and his age is thirty-six. OF course, he
must be rich. Eligible in the extreme.
Won't the girls be mad to think they
stayed at home from morning service,
when 1 tell the newsY They'll all turn
out in full force at vesper service. And
then, oh WON'T we have fun Another
race will begin. wonder who will
win ?"
And SO these young ladies talked on
until they reached their homes.
Maud Winthrop was the youngest of
four daughters, a fair and lovely blond.
Her fresh young face was good to look
upon.
She had just graduated from fashion,
able boarding-school. She could play
little, sing little; could say "Ou
Monsieirl', and Non ma cher;' and
rode well.
Her three sisters were all fine-looking
girls, showing the wear and tear of
society's demands, perhaps. Having
nothing special to do in the world, they
walked little, rode little, studied the
latest styles in tides, laces, fancy work
and feminine attire.
They were not entirely to blame.
From parents and instructors they re-
ceived the impetus in childhood, and
inertia carried them now to the chief
end of existence-a few years of balls,
parties, public charities, theatres,
operas, high living, a brilliant marriage,
wealth ind dispensable, morals and man
illness of little moment, then gradual
sinking into oblivion, joining the great
throng of nobody's, and giving place to
a new lot of debutantes.
The Winthrop family consisted of
Pa and Ma Winthrop, the four fashiona-
BILE daughters, and niece Of Mr.. Win
throp's, the only child Of his dead
sister.
Two years ago, at the death of her
mother, Annette Lyle had come to live
with her uncle. During her mothers
lifetime they had lived in a small place
in the suburbs of Boston.
Mrs. Lyle had given her one child the
tendertst care and attention.
In early childhood, Annette had
shown some talent for drawing, and
Mrs. Lyle had chosen the best masters
for her instruction, and all the energies
of the young girl had been devoted to
the one great talent.
When her mother died, and she found
herself alone and almost penniless, she
gladly accepted her uncie's invitation
to come to New York and live with
him.
"Come to us, little Annette, and you
shall be my daughter, too. I'm sure
the girls will make it pleasant for you.'
Dear fatherly man. Little did he
think to what life he invited her.
When Mrs. Winthrop and her daugh-
ters heard of the plan they were very
indignant.
"Another girl on my hands to chap
erone and care for, said the mother.
"Oh, horrors A country cousin.
Some dowdy, little, old-maidish thing,
who will roll her eyes at our slang, and
look pious." said Maud.
" What room will she have ? won't
give up mine for any country girl, " said
Adele.
sob anything will be good enough
for her-fourth story back, or the