The midland journal., 1893-10-06
THE NEW YORK GIRL.
Jenny Did Her an Injustice, and
Was Sorry for It.

II almost wish hadn't been invited"
said Jenny, as she stood before the
dressing-glass pinning around her neck
the old piece of white lace Aunt Bar
bara had given her.
80 Jenny! l only wish I could gol
l wouldn't care what / had to wear"
cried Madge, who, with red flannel
bandage about her throat and bottle
of cough mixture in one hand, sat by
the fire watching her sister. ''It's just
my luck to be laid up with this horrld
cold"
"And it's just my luck to have to
wear this old blue cashmere said
Jenny.
81 do wonder what the girl from New
York will have ont" and Madge locke d
reflective.
'Madge! You've said that at least
twenty times! OF course she will be
dressed to death. She won't lose such
chance as this to show Off"
"The street dress she had on yester-
day was perfectly lovely!" said Madge.
''She went by here twice, and had a
SoSS iOOtA CIV AASt. l. ol1,J WISH L COu1ll
see all her clothes / might get some
ideas for my own. Find out how long
she is going to stay with Ella Eastman,
Jenny, and do get well acquainted
with her. so you'll have lot to tell me
when you get back"
''Indeed I shan't! I'm not going to
toady to her for anybody. She is
stuck up enough as it is If you'd just
seen the way she looked at me when
Ella Eastman introduced us yesterday
in Sill's store! Evidently so surprised
that Ella should know anyone who
would wear an old water proof cloak
and carry cotton umbrella. 1 never
will forgive her that look"
snow, Jennie! you're so sensitive,
you know. Perhaps you only imagined
she looked surprised"
mo imagination about it. guess
can see. | only wish she weren't going
to be at the party. 1t will just spoil it
for me. Now, how does this arrange
ment strike you?" turning for her sis
ter's inspection.
''Well, you look very nice, consider
ing. don't like that breastpin exact
ly; hut of course you're obliged to have
something to hold the lace l wish
you had some flowers; they always add
so much to a DRESS
"Flowers! at this time of the year!
and in Westbridge! You might as well
wish had diamonds"
Jenny, isn't it time you were going,
my dear?' called Aunt Barbara's mild
voice from the foot of the back stair
way; and Jenny caught up her water
proof cloak, threw a ''fascinator" over
her curly head, and, with a parting
glance in the glass, hurried down into
the sitting-room, Madge following with
the lamp.
"You look very well-very WELL in
deed" said Aunt Barbara.
''Oh! Aunt Barbara! l know I'll be
the worst dressed girl there"
TRY not to think of your clothes, my
dear, and be so pleasant that other peo-
pie won't think of them either. You
won't enjoy the party if you let envy
and discomfort into your heart"
81 know-but it isn't always easy to
be pleasant, particularly when one has
to wear a thick, dark dress to party
But it's no use to talk about it. We
can't help being poor and it's no dis
grace. Is Huldah ready? 1 might as
we'll go out the kitchen way"
Old Huldah, who had live ed with Aunt
Barbara for ten years, was waiting by
the kitchen stove, muffied in big plaid
shawl and thick black worsted hood
Jenny didn't like to take the old wom-
an out at night, but her aunt wouldn't
let her go through the streets alone.
You'd oughter er let me see how you
looked" said Huldah, as they went
along the path leading to the front gate
81 amt never seen you dressed out for
a real party"
'Oh, I'm not worth looking at, Hull
dab. l haven't any finery, you know,
and you've seen me in this old blue
cashmere fifty times"
81 hearn down to the store this
mornin that that girl that's visitin' to
Squire Eastman's had flowers sent all
the way from New York, said Huldah,
slowly. Come by express. l guess
she'll be as fine as a fiddle"
"Oh, of course" replied Jenny, lit
tie sharply. And then they tramped
on in silence, the hard snow crunching
under their feet. The people in West
bridge never cleaned off their sidewalks
in winter; the snow always lay on them
until thawed by the sun.
DIR. Wright's house, where the party
was given, was lighted up from the
ground floor to the attic; and Jennie
felt quite excited when she saw that
the steps were covered with carpet, and
that the doctors boy, with white cot
ton gloves on his hands, stood in the
vestibule waiting to open the door,
She bade Huldah good night y and ran
lightly up the steps, wondering if. un-
der the circumstances, she ought to
speak to Tim. She thought it would
hardly do not to recognize him in some
way, as he was Huldah's nephew; so
she compromised on little nod, and
then hurried up the broad fight of
stairs to the second story, in the wake