The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1896-10-17

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a ~ J ou tulAh IL Will loon
~ fit to be seen, after it
4 VGN is turned?" l asked,
81 NV "A holding up to the light
%/o%b1 my old brown merino.
A\2A Georgia Terry looked
GAXoA. at it rather obviously,
AASE while I anxiously wait
- " ed her decision.
"H'm-1 don't know, Rose. / wish
you would take my black alpaca. The
merino will be good enough for me at
home"
"Indeed I'll do no such thing !"
exclaimed. Indignantly. "Haye all
the pleasure Of going away, and take
your dresses in the bargain, leaving
you to stay home and wear my old
clothes! I can't be quite that selfish,
Georgia"
George laughed melodiously. She
always had such pleasant, ripping
laugh--it sounded warm and sunny,
just like her own sweet temper.
CHOW that's what call tstraining q
gnat, said George, WITH her ripe,
red lips trying to pout, but quivering
with smiles instead. "But here comes
mamma. She shall settle the point. !"
Poor, dear mamma turned her head,
first to one impetuous daughter then
to the other, signing gently all the
while. But to my great glee, the de-
cision was in my favor.
81 wish you could have another new
dress, dear Rose" said mamma, in her
k1ndest tones; "but I don't see how
we can manage it.
All this dispute may seem very triv-
ial to the unconcerued, but to us, the
interested parties, it was of greater
Importance. was going on journey
going to leave my home, and travel
alone for the first time in my life. We
that is, mamma, Georgia and T.
lived on grandfather's farm, in New
Hampshire.
Mamma mad friend named Mrs.
Wharton, who had been living in Bos-
ton for many years, and she had writ.
ten to mamma, begging that one of US
might pay her long visit. Great was
the debating rs to which should &C..
cept the invitation.
Georgia insisted that it was my pre-
negative, as I was Mrs. Wharton's
namesake. I rather think our new
minister had something to do in max.
ing George so persistently refuse to
go; for good and kind as George was,
she had never been quite SO active,
until young Mr., Partridge beamed
upon us, with his bright, black eyes.
However, it won't do to tell her Sc.
crets without special permission.
Mamma had given me new gray
gown for Sundays and visitings; l had
also white one for evenings, in case
I should go to any parties. These,
with my two morning wrappers, were
considered very good outfit.
George had generously insisted on
my taking her new black alpaca. her
one best dress, and leave my brown
merino-.my last winters garment
for her to wear on Sundays. But
George was the soul of generosity,
and would beggar herself to do any,
one kindness.
After much twisting and turning,
and discussions as to trimmings, my
wardrobe was considered finished and
presentable. and I embarked on nv
journey. The ride was one of long
delight, for my passionate love OF
travelling bad hitherto been very lit.
tie gratided.
As I stood in tho railroad station,
at my journeys end, looking helpless.
ly about me, tall gentleman, with a
handsome brown moustache, nd.
preached and, bowling with easy and
polished grace, said in an inquiring
. tone, s,'
''Miss Rose, l presumed"
bowed in response, inwardly won.
dering ifpolite society required gen.
tlemen to address ladies, at first &C.
quaintance, by their Christian names.
"My aunt, Mrs. Wharton, has been
unexpectedly called away from home
for few hours, and has given me the
honor and pleasure of escorting you
to her house" he remarked.
My second reply was another bow.
Again I was wondering wLo this
nephew was. The gentleman looked
at me curiously. Evidently he was
beginning to think me dumb; so
found voice to say:
Elbow is Mrs. Wharton?''
"Very we'll, indeed, I thank you,
and looking eagerly for your arrival. u
After We we're aaatad in tho oar.