Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1894-05-06

10y Mhs thankful STAYED on.
Tot thirteen years she had been an
inmate of the house until now she
ielt mat no place would be home 10
ner out the lzNle room where she had
| spent ner evenings and her Sunday
afternoons s FOR so many years.
Sns hau watched Florence, Mrs. Sim
mons young daughter. grow up into
Womanhood; and had shared her tin,id
commences and opinions about the dit
Ierent young men of the house. Com
nuences which Florence would never
nave thouSht OF telling TO her practical
mother There was something about
MISS Thankful which invited conf
dence, and the two were warm friends.
X was dun February evening;
sneht snow was falling, and Miss
thankful hurried along toward home
IN the early dusk The windows were
| lighted up and presented tempting
array OF millinery, dry goods. flowers
and confectionery
But Miss Thankful did not notice any
OF them until she turned into Bond
| street, and there she walked slowly.
coming TO stand-still at last In front
| OF Cooper & Cooper's large dry goods
| house.
She smiled as she looked in at the
| window. Yes she said softly, "lt's
there yet; made sure 1T would be sold
50 cheap, too only $3.50" She was gaz-
| Ing at a blue satin party bag. lined
| with delicate pink. One OF those dain-
ty French affairs which always catch
| n woman's eye, II she has any soul
for pleasing effects.
II can't afford a new dress this year
That three weeks was sick last month
| put that out Of the question, and so II
does seem as II | could buy that bag
II | want to, Only It would be Silly
downright silly" and she sighed.
Il never had anything as pretty rs
mat. Maybe that's why seem TO
have set my heart on It. Even my
dresses have been brown or black: they
last better.
i've had kind of brown and black
| life anyway, But there now, that
sounds complalnin', and i've no cause
to complain The Lords been good TO
me, and prospered me right along"
Good evening, Miss Thankful" said
cheerful voice at her side. fright
nice window. our trimmer beats any
In town, Lots Of pretty things too"
he added. with the pardonable pride OF
a head clerk
swered Miss Thankful Eyes. I was
just hooking In at the goods. I"-she
hesitated-"was just noticing that blue
satin bag over there in the corner
| see?'
"oh, yes, that pretty bag; pretty
piece Of satin when ] see II. Funny II
likely"
Miss Thankful felt her desire to pos
sess the bag increasing.
ION your way homer Let me take
your umbrella and they walked on
together,
Miss Thankful had decided lldng
for this one OF the boarders Partly
because he never forgot TO show her
the same courtesy that he would show
to Florence or any younger woman.
81. t.., Il.
who has no claim to youth or beauty.
He was a tlmid young man with
colorless moustache and drab hair, who
talked with Jerk. but Miss Thankful
always liked him,
When they reached the boarding
house she went very thoughtfully up to
her room. MIR. Jones had discoursed
most of the way upon the amlable
qualities Florence possessed, all of
which remarks she had heartily sec
onded. when she had lighted the gas.
she sat down with the thoughtful eN-
preston full on her face.
Il wonder" she said y do lust
wonder. But he would never under the
shining sun have the courage to tell
her" and she smiled.
Mr., Jones; name I do abomlnatel
and Florence 30 pretty-and him with
those coloress eyes and washed-out
HART But then. he is just as kind as he
can be, and make no doubt would be
good providor."
The next night whom Miss Thankful
came into her room she turned on both
the gas jests-an unheard Of eNtraVH-
gance; she carried a small parcel done
up In tissue paper; and before she
stopped to take OF her bonnet she went
over TO the bed and united thepack-
age. 1t was the bule satin party bag.
lie a lot prefer than It was Mt the
store she said, smiling at II when II
lay spread out on the white cover IN all
the arrogance OF assured beauty.
Those pink roses ure lovely; I'm silly
as ] can be. l know that well enough
That's why | asked Mr.. Jones not to
speak OF my getting IT. Maybe next
summer l can have lawn with little
blue sprlg In II. This would go bcaut.
fully with that. 1 don't think Pm too
old for lawn on n hot day; and I'm
just glad got it--so therew Then she
wrapped up the bag and put II away in
her trunk.
After supper Florence came up to
visit her, and Miss Thankful was temp
ted to tell her about 1t. But she was
full of her own plans and the bag was
not mentioned.
There is to be n party tomorrow
evening at Mary Moore's It's the 1ith,
you know" said Florence, happily. II
am going to wear my blue cloth dress;
I've worn II lot, Miss Thankful, but
mother says / may have a new sash
! tnht VIII IIthneu II up pul on WISH,
! do wish l could have a party bag
that saw down in Cooper's window.
II was n light blue and lined with
pnk-such BEAUTY / wish you had
seen 1t. ] can't have anything but the
sash. though. and 50 there is no use in
wishing"
Il did see IT," said Miss Thankful.
and 1t was pretty. sorter wished for
It myself"
Florence laughed. "oh, Of course
you would not want II. but II you had
seen It 20 years ago you might have"
she said, with the serene thoughtless-
ness OF youth.
Miss Thankful grew silent
MIR. Jones has asked me to go to
evening service twice lately she went
on presently.
II think he is about the best look
ing young man here. don't you. Miss
Thankful? He never talks much, but
I suppose he thinks great deal.
used to think he disliked me. he STAN
mered go whenever spoke TO him, but
guess 1t was Just because he didn't
feel acquainted" And then followed
q recital OF Mr.. Jones' sayings.
After she had gone Miss Thankful
sat for a long, long time In front OF
the CRATE, with sad dreamy eyes fixed
on the fire, She was going over In her
mind "a time fkyantU-Gva ys4nrq hnfnra