Connecticut western news., 1890-11-26

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 and having no wardrobe to speak of
 worried her, until the makeshift was
 concocted. Sally had rummaged the
 garrc: for years, and had made a cloak
 out of a brown tablecloth lined with
 the long, flannel petticoat that had
 been hers as baby, had raveled foot
 less silk stockings and knit them over
 for herself with cotton tops, and the
 beaux who dropped in of an evening
 admired her greatly.
 It had been a trying day. Mr. La
 Rue had been quite tragic since dawn
 and, since selling Scipio would no more
 have been thought of than selling Sal
 ly, had decided to part with the horse
 and carriage. That was blow, .Scipio
 went under it; Miss Sally turned pale
 and had not the heart to put roses in
 her belt. MT. La Rue had remarked
 that it would be just as we'll not to
 send the halter away, because he | would need that to hang himself with. | But at tea time they had preserved per | simmons and bread and butter with
 the beverage. Sally found 8 letter at
 her plate, and, opening it, read this:ir | DEAa 1ns sAt14-Uncle Andrew is coming home and we are going to give party for him. | He has been away twenty years. never saw him
 before, and have made up my mind 1t shan be | fancy dress Como in some character It's not | masked ball. Papa disapproves of nnasks, but 1t ! win be fun. l Come early to the arrivals. Won't you beg | your dear father to break through his rule for | once and join us3 We should be so honored He needn't costume, unless he chooses The elder people will be allowed to do they like but you must my dear. Your loving friend, FANxY. 'Oh, papal" cried Sally, all her sad ness gone on the instant 'sYou'n come,
 won't you2' "You have not stated wha'," !" replied MT. La Rue with his broadest accent and sternest voice. IH 'To fancy dress ball, papa dear," replied Sally. 2 "I, who sit here waiting for the com plete downfall of our family-I. who will leave you soon a beggared orphan go to a fancy dress ball!" cried MT. La Rue. Not anothah wo'd!" "Oh papa Then mustn't go eitherP almost sobbed poor Sally. 'You're woman," replied her fa- ther. sThe Turks think women soul less. I am not suah but that they ah right. However, am too poah to give you ball dress" & "Oh, l can make up something out of nothing. It's my one talentr cried Sally. "But let me tell you the occa- sion. They say your presence would be an honor, and you might like to meet"-
 Mot anothah wo'd!" cried Mir. La Rue.
 His obedient daughter held her tongue, finished her bread and jam, and, having called for Scipio to clear away, went up into the garret with candle
 'T'll go as King Cophetua's beggar maid in artistic rags if can't do bet ter," she laughed
 She looked the old bureau through, the old chests, the old wardrobe fruit lessly. Several years of foraging had emptied them. But on the top of the wardrobe, quite out of her reach, stood long paper box What might it not contain of rumpled gauge or lace that might be ''done up," or silk that might be cleaneda Miss Sally turned on her tiny toes and tsipped down the garret stairs. U.g5 "Scipp she cried-the call was pop ular in southern homes and bells were rarer than at the north in those days ''come here and get. that box down for me off the wardrobe in the garrett" Scip stumped upstairs, set an old table against the piece of furniture and climbed down. On his way he stum- bled and fell, the box burst open and spread abroad on the garret floor lay pink dress of old fashioned silk, bow of ribbon to match, a fan and 8 gauzy scarf, all little bobs and fringes. Yes, and little muslin bag, from which protruded the toes of pair of slippers, and gloves all rose color and whitc. 'Why! has my fairy grandmother been here9' cried Sally joyously. "What does it mean7'
 'tI kin explain it, miss, :" said Scip. sDat var dress was worn by yo' aunt, Miss Sara. Dey called her Miss Sally, jes' like dey call yo', 'fo' evah yo' was. born. ''She was mighty pretty, jes' like yo', Miss Sally, jes' like yo'. An she went to a ball in dis var dress, 90 bright an ibely an happy. She came home pale an wan, and she sent dis dress, all folded up in de box, up de garret. Said she never would wear it no mo. She hated it, an she never did. She died early, Miss Sally. Dat's de story, miss"
 "Poor auntie, don't remember her, 7" sighed Sally. 'sBut scip, think Tns take the dress down stairs. Tote it down for me right away"
 'sYas'm. Miss Sally, {" said Seip, san' jes' 'scuse me for offering one wurd of advice: lI'se of de opinion dat eff dat var dress seems to you to be suitable fer dis var ball you needn' hab no scruples ob conscience about wearin' ob it. Miss Sara would hab de honor ob de family at heart fer you to dress well, and she was jes' your height, jes' your build. Dat var dress will fit you like de skin fits de coon, Miss Sally"
 It did.
 ''I'm sure," thought the girl, as she
 tried it on before the glass, ''my poor
 little auntie would never, never care I
 shouldn't if were she, and it's the
 prettiest. quaintest thing"
 Then she brushed heu hair into the
 smooth, bats wing style of the period,
 and saw picture so like the portrait
 of her aunt in the parlor below that
 she almost screamed. s
 She wore it to the ball. How pretty
 she looked! How quaint! How sweet!