The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1893-10-20

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the party was given. She nodded as
indifferently as she could, and the next
moment they were in the dressing
room.
The room was half-fun of girls, all
chattering like magpies: and Jcnnic's
heart sank like lead as she saw that
nearly all wore light dresses, and the
few whose dresses We're dark had
turned them in at the neck and filled
in the space with illusion or silk, 50 a.
to give them a pretty effect. while all
wore little ornaments in the shape OF
chains, fancy pins, or bracelets On.
if only she could slip ont and 70 home!
But IL was too late for that Half a
dozen girls had already spoken 70 her.
She made her way to far corner,
and began slowly TO unbuttOn her long
cloak, drcading the moment when She
should stand revealed in her plain,
dark dress, with the ancient hair
breastpin a. her only ornament, and
just then she heard some one say:
Lend me your glove-hool, Fannie.
/ never can button these gloves with
my fingers"
Gloves. Jennie had never thought Of
gloves! The only pair she owned were
dark brown, and were reserved eXclu-
sively to wear 70 church. Oh, what
could she do! II was bad enough TO
have on dark, heavy dress-but no
gloves, Tears of wounded pride rose so
;hicl1ly to her eyes that she could not
see 10 unfasten the .fascinator," which
had caught in the breastpin.
She heard the girls troop ont, eager
10 see what was going on below; but
she stood there fumbling with the
estly.-that she hadn't come, and won
dering if she would ever have the cour-
age TO go downstairs.
Want to use my glove-hOoH, Jcn-
ney?" asked Ella Eastman, on her way
to the door.
''I-no-I-I didn't bring my gloves"
faltered Jenny, without looking around
and dragging desperately at the .-fas-
cinator."
well, came very near forgetting
mine" said Ella, in an Indifferent
tone. Come on, Edith. Are you
ready?"
Almost. Go on, don't wait for me
I'll follow you in "a minute"
III wait at the stairs for you |
want to look down into the hail." said
Ella, as she left the room.
An instant of hesitation, then
swiftly the girl from New York crossed
the room TO Jenny's side How sweet
she looked in her white crepe with
pearls on her neck, and great bunch
OF tea roses on her breast, And how
carelessly she tossed on a chair hcr
pIumy ran ana lacc handkerchief
Then, Is in a dream. Jenny saw her
plunge her hand into blue plush
''party-bag" and heard her say:
''It Is too bad you forgot your gloves.
Can't you use these? They look as if
they'd fit you | always bring two
pair, 50 that II l tear one pair | Eayc
another ready. And ! want you To have
these roses. too See how pretty they
look against your dark dress They
scarcely show at all on mine"
Then-so quickly that Jenny scarcely
knew how it was done-the roses were
pinned on her breast, and with a little
smile and nod, as if well pleased with
the effect, the girl from New York was
gone.
Jenny stood there moment, dazed,
bewilderci with 4 lump in her throat.
tears in her eye, and the pretty
gloves in her hand. Only the arrival
of fresh bevy Of gay young guests
aroused her.
Why, Jenny Cole, that you?" said
one. How nice you look Jenny" from
another; and. Where did you get tho
exquisite roses?" cried third
They were a present" answered
Jenny. slowly, as, drawing on the
gloves. she moved 50 as TO see herself in
a long mirror.
She hardly recognized herself so
much did the beautiful flowers add TO
her appearance. And, OH how happy
and gay and well satisfied with every
thing she felt as she descended the
stairway a few minutes later and
joined the merry crowd in the parlors
And To think that she owed ii all to the
girl from New York.
Madge was sitting up in bed with an
old shawl around her shoulders wheI,
Jenny came in at midnight
I've just been taking my medicine
she said Did You have good time.
Jenny? And, oh, where did you get all
those roses?'
THE sweetest, dearest girl in the
world gave them TO me-" answered
Jenny; and she's coming TO call on
You tomorrow, Madge. / told her
about your coId,-and-"
sweetest, dearest girl in the world?~
You mean, Jenny"
Il mean the girl from New York,
answered Jenny.
What? That hateful, stuclx-up girl
who looked SO surprised when Ella in
troduced you? The one you wished
wouldn't be at the"
Don't ann- lar-
rupted Jenny. 30, Madge. | am so
ashamed of myself
And then she told her all about it
Florence T. Hallowell, in Demorest's
Magazine.
Russian Ignorance.
s'Why does Russia linger in ignor-
ance?" answered David $ Jordan.
Let me tell you story When was
in college at Cornell there came
bright young Russian to study by the
name of Dabrolehoff. This young man
was of quick perceptive powers and
deeply interested in the progressive
practical sciences and questions He
studied very hard for four years, did
much more work than any single term
required, and graduated with the hon
ors of his class. He removed to New
York and entered into a successful
practice of civil engineering. Some
time later learned that he had gone
back to his native land. / heard no
more of this young man outside OF a
few scientific articles in some European
magazines for nearly ten years While
making tour of Europe 1 bethought
myself of him, and wondered why his
brilliant parts had not long since
brought him into prominence. In Rus
sia made inquiries and there learned,
TO my astonishment and sorrow, that
the student had been suspected of trea-
son, tried and sentenced To Siberia,
where he had died in filth and chains. '