Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1895-12-30

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mine for the time being. 1t can't hurt
it for me to wear it just that one day,
AND h1s. Carleton pays me such
wretched prices that I feel no scruples
of conscience whatever about borrow
ing it tor the occasion. Such an OPP
portunlty as this may never occur
again! And 1 am determined 60 i'm
prove It'll"
Sally sat down with flushed cheeks
and throobing heart, and wrote an
acceptance to Della Bird-tnd then
rose silk to her own slim ii cure as
best she could, laying in folds here
and taking tucks, there, but pro
ducing on the whole most graceful
and picturesque effect.
''It's an awful thing to do" reason
ed Sally, ''but this is the crisis ana [
am desperately
Well, nothing at all happened to
mar "the action of the plot, as dram
Artists call the sequest Of every day
events. Of all the pretty young girls
in Mrs. Birds dra wing room upon
that cloudless New years. day, Sarah
Winwood was avowedly the prettiest-
II told you so, mamma" said Della
the next day, as she clapped her
hands joyfully. "Mr. Selwyn has fall
en- dead in love with Sally He has
been here this morning to ask her ad-
dress. We are going there, sleighing,
to come up and hear Patti sing in the
italian opera, and of course | may
have her here to stay with me a week
or two?"
My dear, am sure shall be ex
tremely happy" said Mrs. Bird, who
was D9lla's most devoted slave and
prime minister. "She seems a very
sweet, amiable grill" And Mr.. Sell
wyn will be all excellent match for
any young lady!"
From which dialogue it may be in
ferred that Sally's years. day
had been sue cess beyond her most
ardent anticipations."
"Sally! SALLY" cried jamie PEN
field, ''there's no use denying it-you
are smitten with that Mr.. Selwyn.
Your description of him is different
from the words you use in speaking of
any of the rest you blush delicious
ly when you allude to him! Tell me,
dear, is he the Prince who is to deliv-
er you out Of your dressmaking cap
tivity? Have you really been living
III the pages of a novel;"
"Don't DO SO ridiculous, JAMIE" said
Sally But she did blush, even as
she spoke. "But, oh, jamie, what
shall do about Mrs. Cartoons dress?
1 thought it was perfectly uninjured,
bat When [ came to fold it at night l
found horrid great grease stain on
the side of the panels where some one
must have upset a plate of mayon-
Eaise!f
"Mayonnaise?" repeated unsophis-
ticated jamie; whats that? Soup?"
No, the dressing they put on the
lettuce and chicken salad" explained
Sally. "It's almost all olive OIL"
"Faugh!" said jamie, "don't see
how any body but the Esquimaux and
Alaskdns can eat such stuff"
''lt's very NICE" sighed Sally.
''Anywhere except on ones dress!
Bullock here!"
"Horrid!" calculated JAMIE" Looks
like the continent of South America
on the map! But, Sally is it hopeless?"
Sally burst into tears.
"Quite, I'm afraid" she sobbed.
"Have you tried French chalk! And
blotting paper and a hot iron? And
benzine?"
''I've tried everything!" groaned
Sally. "And-and the dress is ruined
out and out, silk glace at So a yard,
and the blood fiounce at SIP IA yard, at
the very least! And there's a letter
from Mrs. Carleton on the table now,
and I'm sure it's to tell me to send the
dress home at once and L haven't the
courage to open itl''
"Then,' cried jamie, "I'll do it for
you'll"
And she caught the letter up, and
opened it without further ceremony,
finging it into Sally's lap.
"Now read It'll" said she, "and put
an end to our suspense"
envy dear Cousin Sarah," it said, 81
am sorry to tell you that General
Cartoons aunt died last week, and
SO Of course, having to go into mourn
ing, that pink silk dress is of no use
to me. You are welcome to it if you
can use iC. Affectionately your friend,
ELINA CARLETON"
So the problem was solved! So Sal
ly dried her tears and began to con-
slider how best she could remodel the