Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1894-01-19

made up during the 40 days of penitential
quiet. Then the social whirl begins again,
and that keeps on with such dizzy move
ment that there is hardly time to attend to
them. 1t is a law almost that the summer
frocks should be made in Lent. They are
not on exhibition yet, but won't there be
rush for them when they do take their
places in the windowsl
There are so far fewer ginghams and sat
Gems, but there are more chambrays and
lawns, sheer and fine, with the dearest old
fashioned patterns, "sprigged" with pale
pink, blue or green designs, just such as
one might find on the blocks of some old
forgotten bedquilt stored away among
grandma's things in the garnet. But they
are so delicate, and they carry with them
something of the old time sweetness and
delight The looms had seemed to forget
their old cunning, or the designers had fail
ed, for it is long since the lovely printed
lawns have been equaled. They are now as
delcately beautiful as they used to be, be-
cause they are exactly reproduced from the
old arcadian patterns.
There is one with sheer white ground,
and over this. struggles IL pattern in parsley
leaf green and in parsley pattern AS well.
Another has snowy ground with sweet
blue forgetmCnOts, with their small, green
leaves lying thickly upon the surface unit il
the whole pattern is rest for the eyes and
a breath of spring
have often noticed mothers when pur-
chasing gowns for their girls 1t is to me
almost IA history of some important epoch
in their past life that is all brought up
with IA startling suddenness by the sight of
something of the past in the things of the
present. To this day, old as | am, | would
spend my last penny for IA white rosebud
twined with "A rose geranium leaf Why?
Well, there was once little girl IL years
old. She went to school, and she was very
plain little person. She grieved more than
words can tell that she was not pretty like
other girls, that her eyes were not blue or
her hair golden and that she was dark and
shy and awkward. She had always been
told so.
One day a new little boy came to the
school. He did not care for the pretty lit
tie girls, and one day as school was dis
missed he bashfully thrust into her school
bag "A tiny sprig of rose geranium, with one
pure white rosebud nestled among the
green leaves. That white flower was wet
with tears of JOY and kept sacredly. Around
the modest bouquet was "A slip of Slper,
and written in cramped, boyish hand
were these words Yours till death" The
boy was killed by wild horse two days
later, but from that day to this the smell
or sight of those flowers brings back the
memory of it all. So with other women,
who are all more or less slaves to sentiment.
They see long line of ghostly remem-
ORANGES of the past in these old fashioned
new things, and so the material is purchas-
ed, whether the daughter would like it or
not. But these lawns are exquisite.
There is also new fabric called barege de
sole, where the cross weave is soft wool and
the lengthwise is of silk. 1t is semitrans-
parent and is so far shown in neutral tints
with perhaps narrow stripe of silk in pale
pink, blue, green or maize, sometimes also
of violet or heiotrope. These stripes are
not over a quarter of an inch wide, and