The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1898-02-19

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hey may" Il
II wish, then, I could afford to get d
'ou better gown, child" tt
"You're dear aunt to think Of it," d
the girl gratefully. ''But I
7ou know you can't, and, anyway, 1
guess I'm not too proud to wear that
lice brown cashmere"
Miss Perkins face glowed, and she
started impulsively to say something,
but instead only chuckled softly.
The reception at her minister's was
to be on Monday evening. When the
time came for her to dress, she re-
fused all Hattie's offers of assistance,
and locked herself into her room alone.
Three-quarters Of an hour later,
handsome woman in black, courtesied
graciously before Hattie, and said So
berry, Chow do you like your black
bird aunt?"
"1Vhat in the world!' exclaimed her
niece. Then, before Miss Perkins
could answer, ooh! but how pretty
you look, Aunt Luella!"
Miss Perkins smiled little grinly.
"Well, I concluded an old woman
like me had better stick to her own
colors. When it came to putting on
that light 'dud, I couldn't make up my
mind to it. Made me feel as II La
have to be introduced to myself"
''My!" said Hattie with an unsuspi,
cious hug, "you don't know how glad
T am! You look ever so much better
in this than in the lavender.
Miss Perkins gave a grunt. To be
sure she did not want Hattie to realize
the sacrifice she was making. Yet she
felt a little indignant at the girls
manner.
Gust as it," she said to herself, lit
was for my good instead of hers!"
Something in the elder woman's
expression made Hattie look at her
keenly. :,
"Aunt Luella," she said slowly,
"what are you going to do with the law
ender silk"
ooh! that?" replied her aunt
'Well, as amt going to wear it, you
NIGHTS we'll have it. 'Twon't take
much altering to fit you frst-rate,"
"Aunt Luella! Aunt Luella! ex-
claimed Hattie, with tears in her voice
and eyes. "You've just done this for
me: you know you have. And l won't
) let you. When you've wanted party
dress for so long, I guess l can do
without one for little while. You
} shan't do it, you shan't." And she
Rugged her aunt convulsively.
Miss Luella' face beamed affection
[ ately, but she spoke with asperity.
"Hattie Edna Gimp, we amt got tt
! where you can soy shall or 'shan't, t.
!: your aunt. I'm going to wear thl
! gown tonight, and you're going tt
b wear the lavender silk tomorrow
and the less words we have about 1t
, the better. When I was your age,
! took what was given me and wa
$ thankful" -,
!. With much dignity, which did nc
:, in the least impose upon her gratefn
e fearful niece, Miss Perkins left 10
l. the reception. -,
Arrived at the minister's house, sh
o took off her wraps slowly, and locke
t with much interest at the rather elal
I orately-dressed women about her.
was not SO easy, when she saw tt
n many light rich gowns, to feel quite,
ID hannv over her own black silk as sd
re had pretended.
So "TIhat lavender" she said to he
self, 'would have been just the thin
d, I do feel countri6ed in this. No,
re there's Miss Fitzwllliams"-as 81
IN spied one of the few women she kne
it, -s.that is an elegant green, but
ng amt o bit handsomer than n
'e. lavender. I'd like to have had b
NJ see it"
le. Then with sigh she called hers
We to order. "Luella Perkins, TOR
q woman Of your age, you're a vail
az infant. And at the Minister'S u
W, I'm ashamed of you" =.
ns Miss Fitzwilliams and Miss Perk'
lce went downstairs together, and ". '.
nIg introduced to the minister's wife. :
ne ke was lovely, simply.dressed yoo!
TO girl. with a cordial handshake an9
70 manner that made Miss Luella TIL
az Of the fresh summer breezes that u
to blow about her old country ho1
or. "She amt mite stuck-up,"
'ss, said to herself. II guess she ca
sno from the country; she is so pieasan
nu- Miss Perkins was watching her IL
behind some tall palms as she decl
ght this, and just then the bride turne(
' yl her husband.
s @e{ "Henry, who was that handst
Z s ch woman dressed in black who came
ood while ago."
NV NV "Isn't that rather an inadeq'
: 10y ~ descriptions" laughed her husb'
- - y "Oh! you must know whom l M
80 She was with that absurdly -dres
''A Miss Fitzwilliams. Why viii! To'
-. o1o&1,no On1v fit