The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-10-08

/ ordeal, but 1 knew there was only one
! answer to her question.
Yes, my dear" said !, 81 think you
can and will. 1t takes a deal of pluck
to have a tooth out. you know, but the
sharp, relieving pain is far easier to
bear than weeks of dull, wearing an
guish 1t is going to take real grit to
wear that lowered dress, but the dis
comfort of an hour is not to be COM
pared to the remorse of a lifetime"
Just what mother told me-" said
Dolly bundling up her unwelcome pos
session.
I did not see the dress again, but 1
heard a deal about it before the i'm
portant day arrived. | wanted to eX-
plain matters, but Dolly positively for
babe anything of the kind, and so her
Powered gown was regarded by some
as a necessary concession to poverty,
by others as a sign of open lnsubordl-
nation against the white dress rule.
Graduation day dawned bright and
clear The church was crowded. The
/ expected governor arrived in excellent
/ season. bringing with him a visiting
senator, and everything seemed har-
monious with the exception of one rosy
/ looking dress among a half dozen white
ones.
might be termed great eclat." The
young ladies were graceful and Win
ming: their parts we'll prepared, their
enumeration clear and distinct The
young gentlemen were less awkward
than usual under such circumstances.
| The pink dress was so modernlZed that
ii could not be called conspicuous; still
1 saw the consciousness of Its vivid
roses stamped on the flushed cheeks of
its wearer when she stepped forward
20 read her essay.
1t was a very unambitious effort,
simply a prose version of the story OF
! Evangeline Yet I saw with surprise
that Senator Borden. a scholar as well
as politician. gave the short reading
the most profound and marked atten-
/ ton.
After the exercises the eminent visit
ors held an informal reception, shak-
| ing hands with every one and good
naturedly giving their autographs TO all
petitioners. Dolly, however, took no
part in this bit Of impromptu festiv
! ity. but anxious to divest herself of
/ her obnoxious finery, hurried at once
/ from the church.
When the crowd had nearly dispersed
! Senator Borden surprised me by ask
! ing. with an expression of real inter-
| est. for the young lady in pink. told
/ him her name, and volunteered the in
! formation that she had gone directly
! home.
Il am sorry said he. Il wanted to
meet her. Her face, her voice, her ges-
lures. all seemed wonderfully famil
/ lar. | cannot place the resemblance,
! but it moved me strangely. Her name
tells me nothing. and yet her face. her
dress, some trick of voice or manner
took me back a falf century. All"
with a sudden start. Il have it now
II was nv sister she, recalled. She wore
lust such a rosy gown the last time 1
ever saw her. Poor Marty. Pardon
me. Miss Deacon, but do you know
anything of her family history? The
| resemblance may be purely acciden-
! tai. but it interests me-
Something of his interest had COM
municated itself to me, with his volun-
tary exclamation of Poor Marty" the
girl who wore just such rosy gown
| the last time he ever saw her.
Mr.. Borden. said ], eagerly, might
1 II not have been the noticeable dress,
instead of the girls personality. that
belonged to Martha Paget; was, in
fact, her wedding gown.
Martha Pageti". cried he, that was
nv sisters name. She was older than
I. and very beautiful, but she dis
oheved my father. He never forgave
| her and while he lived 1 never heard
her name mentioned. Since his death
1 have searched for her long and I'M
availingly."
II think your search is ended said
I. land that you will find her living
with Mrs. Kempton in this village.
rs 1t far from here? Would you
show me the way?" questioned he,
eagerly, and the next moment we were
hurrying down the broad elm shaded
street.
AS we neared the Kempton cottage
saw Mrs. Paget sitting on the tiny vine
4 wreathed piazza. Her soft white hair
shone in the sunlight; her pain-dis-
sorted hands lay idly on her lap; her
ct9ton gown and stiffiy starched apron
we're clean and speckless; but her face,
sorrow-seamed and time -defaced, bore
no trace OF bloom or beauty.