The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1893-08-24
of three girls who had gone in just be-


trimmed with white lace.
II do hope won't be the only one
in thick DRESS" thought Jenny, sigh
ing involuntarily.
One of the girls in front of her turned |
suddenly and looked back, and Jenny
recognized her as Edith Alden, the |
girl from New York, in whose honor |
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-full of girls, all
chattering like magpies; and Jennies
heart sank like lead as she saw that
nearly all wore light dresses, and the
few whose dresses were dark had
turned them in at the neck and filled
in the space with illusion or silk, so as
to give them a pretty effect while all
wore little ornaments in the shape of
chains, fancy pins, or bracelets. Obi
if only she could slip out and go homel
But it was too late for that. Half
dozen girls had already spoken to her.
She made her way to far corner,
and began slowly to unbutton her long
cloak, dreading the moment when she
ohouiu ouhhti ICNCulCu All lltT Dldlu,
dark dress, with the ancient hair
breastpin as her only ornament, and
just then she heard some one say:
Lend me your glove-hook, 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 to church. Oh! what
could she do! 1t was bad enough to
have on a dark, heavy dress-but no
| gloves Tears of wounded pride rose so
| thickly to her eyes that she could not
see to unfasten the "fascinator," which
had caught in the breastpin.
| She heard the girls troop out, eager
to see what was going on below; but
she stood there fumbling with the
breastpin, and washington, how earn
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-hook, Jen-
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 minute"
'1'll wait at the stairs for you. I
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 Jennys side. How sweet
she looked in her white crepe with
pearls on her neck, and great bunch
of tea roses on her breastl And how
carelessly she tossed on chair he1
plumy fan and lace handkerchief.
Then, as in dream, Jenny saw hel
plunge her hand into blue plush
party bag" and heard her say:
ut is too bad you forgot your gloves
Can't you use these? They look as i,
they'd fit you. | always bring tw,
pair, so that if tear one pair hav
another ready. And I want you to hav
these roses, too See how pretty the,
look against your dark dress The,
scarcely show at all on mine"
Then-so quickly that Jenny scarcely
knew how it was done-the roses wer
pinned on her breast, and with littl
smile and nod, as if well pleased wit
the effect, the girl from New York wa
gone.
!. Jenny stood there a moment, dazed
bewildered, with lump in her throat
tears in her eyes, and the prett
gloves in her hand. Only the arriva
of a fresh bevy of gay young guest
aroused her
why, Jenny Cole tn at you?" sal
one How nice you look, Jenny" frol
another; and, where did you get thos
exquisite roses?" cried a third.
They were present" answere
Jenny, slowly, as, drawing on tf
gloves, she moved so as to see herself i
a long mirror.
: She hardly recognized herself,
much did the beautiful flowers add I
her appearance. And, obi how hapr
and gay and well satisfied with ever
thing she felt as she descended IL
Z stairway a few minutes later an
Joined the merry crowd in the parlor
And TO think that she owed it all to IL
!. girl from New York!
t Madge was sitting slp in bed with a
old shawl around her shoulders whe
/ Jenny came in at midnight
t 'l've just been taking my medicine
. she said. Ibid you have a good tim
r Jenny? And, OIL where did you get a
those roses?"
: "The sweetest, dearest girl in Il
world gave them to me-" answert
9 Jenny; 'and she's coming to call {
you tomorrow, Madge. told h
S about your cold, and"
0 who is coming to call? Who is Il
| ksweetest, dearest girl in the world
, interrupted Madge. "Do explain wi
S you mean, Jenny"
81 mean the girl from New York
!. answered Jenny,