The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-10-15
MRS. WINTON'S MISTAKE

"Do get it for me, Frank, won't
your"
The young husband looked down
at the smiling, blonde face with visit
full sadness.
Indeed | would, DEAR" he replied,
shut really it costs too much; l don't
see how / can afford it with that bill
coming due, and my affairs in such
an embarrassed condition"
The pretty wife pouted little as
she replaced the jewel in it's case.
1t was an exquisite little gem. A
spray of dewdrops, every blossom d
pearl, holding diamond deWdrOp in
it's heart, and every tiny green stem
and leaf an emerald.
"It would be SO nice for the ball, !"
she sighed, childishly; "and | haven't
any jewelry fit to wear"
"Then select something less expen-
sive, dear" suggested the husband,
obligingly.
The shopman strewed the counter
with pretty trifles, but Mrs. Winton
shook her handsome head. She did
not wish to purchase anything else;
she disliked common ornaments; if
Mr.. WintOn was ready, they would
go. Mr.. WintOn expressed his will
ingness.
Frank Winton followed his wife
with a dissatisfied face.
"Alice, he said, joining her on the
steps, "it gives me more pain than
you think to deny you this; but my
affairs will not allow such extraya-
gance just now"
A day or two after she sat in her
pleasant bed-chamber, utterly forget
full Of this little occurrence and the
bauble that occasiOned it. In a pretty
wicker crib lay her six months babe;
and on lounge near at hand, stream
ing down in lustrous folds, was the
mauve silk for her new dress, and
While she worked away on her dainty
embroidery the young mother divided
her admiring chances between the two,
almost as much in love with the rust
ling silk as with her cooling babe.
She was awaiting the coming Of
Miss TilcOmb, the expert dressmaker,
who was to superintend the cutting
out of the new silk. In little while
she arrived.
"You seem almost exhausted, Mrs.
WintOn," she began breathlessly, set
thing herself on an ottoman. II amt
had a nights sleep for a week. How
I'm to get everybody ready for the
party is more than / know. Twas up
at Mr.. Walsingham's this morning
Miss Edith Walsingham is decking
herself out like a queen, [ can tell
YOU"
Alice flushed to the very roots of
her golden hair, and gave her en-
broidery an impatient shake. She
had her failings, as we have said, and
her greatest failing, perhaps, was
vanity, or a dislike to be eXcelled.
This Edith Walsingham was her
rival, and had been from her girl
hood. First in school, then in the
salons Of fashion, and lastly in the
eyes of the man she loved. Edith
was beauty, and Frank WintOn had
ventured to admire her before he
married Alice, and the silly thing,
secure as she was in her husbands
love, could never quite forgive or for
get it.
"Oh, she's got the loveliest dress
you ever set eyes on" continued The
little dressmaker, warming to her
subject.
"Green-no common green, though
the new shade-arsenic green, they
call it; and some say it's rank poison;
but Miss Edith says she will wear it
if it kills her. 1t makes her look
like queen, with her clear skin and
fine hair-and then she's got such ex-
Quisite lace, as fine and white as sea-
foam. She'll cut dash at the party,
you may take my word. She went
down town yesterday to get. some
jewelry, but she came back all in a
pucker-said your husband was be-
forehand with her, and had got the
only thing fit to wear.
my husband?" echoed Alice, open
ing her eyes in surprise.
Eyes; she's been fretting about ii
all day, and said it was downright
extravaganza for man Of his means
to give so much for q trinket. What
was it, Mrs. Winton, a brooch?"
Alice's eyes blazed for an instant,
and then, all at once, they filed with
tears, and a warm flush OyerSpread
her face.
sOh, yes; l understand now" she
murmured, darling old Frank, he
has got it for me, after all. Then,
turning to Miss Tilcomb, Not ex-