The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1892-06-09

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20! thought we could 20 together
TO the city for q day and have a good
time buying our outfits and taking
lunch, !" pouted Margie.
but trip to the city would cost US
each the price of two pairs of good
gloves" laughed Celia again.
You will get thin chasing a cent.
Celia Reed"
mo, dearie, 1 am not misery; but
cents have queer way of growing into
dollars, and dollars we'll spent means
lots OF comfort and satisfaction. Good
by, auntie. Let me know if can help
you about those pickles. Good-by,
Margie.''
Celia had reached home before either
Margie or her mother spoke again.
Then Mrs. Hollister rose to clear off the
table, and Margie said, decidedly:
Cecilia is welcome to her poky ideas.
say again that will have wedding
It never have anything more in my
life."
swell, DEAR" replied her mother,
with an involuntary sigh, ''you know
that l would give my last atom of
strength and my last penny for your
happiness, but fear you have under
taken too much"
"Shan't help you with the dishes,
map" asked Margie, gathering her blue
train on her arm.
mo, child, it would soil your gown"
"Well, since you do not need me. I'll
go and finish that crocheted edgiug."
so Margie swept out of the room and
upstairs to her own chamber, where
she spent half an hour in arranging an
ample white mosquito netting upon her
| head and shoulders, to see for the tenth
time how becoming bridal veil might
be. Then she picked up a novel, and
read on undisturbed by the clatter of
pans and kettles in the little hot
| kitchen.
| Several weeks later, Celia came over
by special invitation to see Margie's
trousseau. The girls had agreed to
keep their preparations secret from
each other until all were complete.
ut makes me angry to see you so
calm, Celia Reed!'' said Margie, grown
pale and nervous with worry and vexa-
ton. mo one would think that you
are to be married tomorrow. Why, 1
have forty thousand things to see to,
and know something will 60 wrong,
and mother down with one of her bad
headaches. don't see why she should
| get sick just now.''
Celia looked stern, but shut her lips
tightly.
''There have thirty presents come al
ready" ratified Margie, but ought to
have at least hundred and seventy
five, for we sent three hundred invita-
tions. There isn't much silver, only a
dozen silver-plated spoons, and two
pickle casters, but the things are all
better than nothing. The Thorpes
haven't sent anything yet, but, of course,
they WILL
"Margie HOLSTER, did you send cards
to the Landon Thorpes?'
why, yes" said Margie, bridling
and flushing. "Pa does all the repairs
on their house,
But you don't know these people to
bow to-" groaned Celia.
''Now, don't preach!'' said Margie.
I'm going to have real wedding.
The church will be thrown open to
every body, for want a crowd
Celia's cheeks were flaming. This
| girl was her own cousin, and the folly
and bad taste of the coming wedding
was town talk. She followed Margie
to the spare room to see the much
talked-of outfit, and was quite prepared
for the spectacle that met her eyes. On
the bed lay a white satin gown of
f1imsy quality with very long train, a
tulle veil, long white gloves, handker-
chief of imitation lace and pair of
satin slippers.
aren't they lovely?" exclaimed the
owner of the trash, looking affection
ately at the billowy display. "Of
course, they're not the best to be had,
but shall probably never wear the
gown again, and no one will inspect it
closely. Here is my travelling costume, -
showing light-gray flannel, trimmed
with coarse gray fur, and turban and
gloves to match. Not at all what l
wanted, but could not do much with
such a little bit of money. Then, here
is a green surah. My! if it hasn't be-
gun to drag out in the seams just from
trying it on. With winter coming on,
l knew l ought to have coat, but nv
money gave out. Then mother said she
guessed she could make over her old
beaver once more, and gave me the
money she had saved toward a new
cloak for herself, and I bought this lit
tie wrap
mot much warmth in it," said Celia.
mo, but the jet is very dressy. There
was enough in what ma gave me to get
something heavier, but needed the diff
ference for other things
Then there was pause.
'Well," said Celia.
"Well," replied Margie, with a toss OF
her head, and slight blush: ''That is
all care to show you. Some of my
things are packed"
Celia turned and went downstairs,
knowing in her heart that Margie had
been obliged to fall back on her small
stock of ordinary and well-worn mus
Inns for her real necessities.
by the way" said Margie, following
her cousin, II haven't heard anything
from Uncle Frost, have you?"
mo; but it seemed the right thing
not to leave him out in the cold. He is
too odd to pay any attention to the let
ters.''
"Do you suppose he is rich, Celia?"
erich? No, indeed! Whoever heard
of a rich sexton!''
"But he has been at St. James for
years and years, and has never mar
ried.'
That same afternoon, Margie stood
astonished before the simple but COM
plete outfit that Celia unfolded for her
inspection.
"You need not tell me that you did
all this for one hundred and fifty dol
lars" declared Margie, Indignantly.
'You had more than you let me know. -
| '"Trulv. Marpie. these THINGS did not