The Opelousas courier., 1896-10-31

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~ fit to be seen, after il
4 VNN is turned?" ! asked,
g wv "A holding up to the light
~jS@ my old brown merino.
7PH George Terry looked
~IYoA. at it rather obviously,
N while | %anxiously wait
~ ed her decision.
"H'm-I don't know, Rose. I wish
you would take my black alpaca. The
merino will be good enough for me at
home"
"Indeed Til do no such thing! p
exclaimed. Indignantly. "Have 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 quito that selfish,
Georgia"
George laughed melodiously. She
always had such a pleasant, ripping
laugh-it SOUNDED warm and sunny.
just like her own sweet temper.
"Now that's what J. call sstraining at
q gnat, said George, with her ripe,
red lips trying to pout, but %quiverina
with smiles instead. "But here comes
mamma. She shall settle the point
Poor, dear mamma turned her head,
first to one i%mpetuous 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 unconcerned, but to US, the
interested parties, it was of greater
importance. [ was going on a journey
going to leave my home, and travel
alone for the first time in my life. We
that is, mamma, Georgia and L
lived en- grandfather's farm, in New
Hampshire.
Mamma had a 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 a long visit. Great was
the debating rs to which should &C.
cept the invitation.
George insisted that it was my pre-
rogative. 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 heamed
upon us, with his bright, black eyes.
it won't do to tell her Sc.
crets without special permission.
Mamma had given me a new gray
gown for Sundays and visitings 1 had
also a white one for evenings, in case
I should go to any parties. These,
with my two morning. wrappers, were
considered a 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 vas the soul of generosity,
and would beggar herself to do any,
one a kindness.
After much twisting and turning,
and discussions as to trimmings, nv
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 gratifed.
AS I stood in the railroad station.
at my journeys end, looking helpless.
ly about me, a tall gentleman, with o
handsome brown moustache. az.
preached and, bowling with easy and
polished grace, said in an inquirine
tone: "k~-
"Miss Rose, I presumed"
l bowed in response, inwardly won.
aering if pole society required gen.
to address ladies, at first &c.
luaintance, by their Christian names.
my aunt, Mrs. Wharton, has been
Unexpectedly called away from home
a few hours, and has given me the
honor and pleasure of escorting you
10 her house" he remarked.
Ny second reply was another bow.
Again I was wondering who this
was. The gentleman looked
It me curiously. Evidently he was
to think me dumb; SO |
ound voice to say:
"How is Mrs. Whartonp"
very we'll, indeed, / thank you,
md looking eagerly for your arrival"
After we we're seated in the car
iage, which was far handsomer than
ny country experience had thought
possible. the gentleman proceeded in
lis efforts for my entertainment.
"Do you wonder how I knew you,
Hiss Rose?" he asked.
Every mueh," I replied-not, how
yer, without qualms of conscience.
> | had really not given it a thought.
Il recognized you by your dress"
. triumphantly responded.
! looked down at my bright merino,
he subject at home of 80 much die.
and felt on inward terror.
Vas the man a medium. a clairvoy.
nt9 Had he in spirit hoard my con.
.ersation with Georgieq
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