The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1893-09-14

One or 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 dressin q
| room.
The room was half-full of girls, all
chattering like lnagpies; and Jennie's
heart saak 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, so as
to give them pretty effect, while all
wore little ornaments in the shape of
chains, fancy pins, or bracelets. Oh!
if only she could slip out and go home!
But it was too late for that. Half a
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
should stand revealed in her plain,
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.
'T-no--1-1 didn't bring my gloves" !"
faltefed Jenny, without looking around,
and dragging desperately at the ''fas-
cinator'
well, I 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"
'I'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 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 her
plumY fan, and lace handkerchief.
Then, as in a dream, Jenny saw her
plunge her hand into a 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. l always bring two
pair, so that if [ tear one pair | have
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"
| OCuuy scarcely
knew how it was done-the roses were
pinned on her breast, and with little
smile and nod, as if well pleased with
the effect, the girl from New York was
: gone.
Jenny stood there a moment, dazed
bewildered, with lump in her throat
, tears in her eyes, and the pretty
gloves in her hand. Only the arriva
of fresh bevy of gay young guests
aroused her.
why, Jenny Cole, that you?" sale
one. ''How nice you look, Jenny" from
another; and, "Where did you get those
exquisite roses?" cried third.
They were present" answered
Jenny, slowly, as, drawing on tn,
gloves. she moved so as to see herself ir
a long mirror.
She hardly recognized herself, Sc
much did the beautiful flowers add tc
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 anC
joined the merry crowd in the parlors
And to think that she owed it all to the
girl from New York!
Madge was sitting up in bed with az
old shawl around her shoulders wher
Jenny came in at midnight.
''Ive just been taking my medicine,
she said. did you have good time
Jenny? And, oh! where did you get al
those roses?"
1.-The sweetest, dearest girl in tn,
world gave them to me-" answered
Jenny; land she's coming to call OF
you tomorrow, Madge. l told he
about your cold,-and-"
"Who is coming to call? Who is tn,
sweetest, dearest girl in the world?'
interrupted Madge. "Do explain whC
you mean, Jenny"
81 mean the girl from New York,
answered Jenny.
What? That hateful, stuck-up CIR
who looked SO surprised when Ella in
, troduced you? The one you wished
, wouldn't be at the
Don't say another word" inter
{ rupted Jenny. 80, Madge! l am 81