Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1900-09-26
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"Do you think it will look fit to be
seen, after 1t Is turned?' asked,
holding up to the light my old brown
merino.
George Terry looked ut it rather
obviously. while anxiously waited
her decision.
"H'm-I don't know, Rose. 1 wish
you would take my black alpaca. The
merino will be good enough FOR NE at
home"
! Indeed, I'll do no such tning" eX-
claimed 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!
can't be quite that selfish, Georgie." !"
George laughed melodiouSly. She
always had such q pleasant, rppling
laugh-it sounded warm and sunny,
just like her own sweet temper.
"Now that's what call 's:raining
ut a gnat,'" said George, with her
ripe, red lips trying to pout, butqulver-
Ing with smiles instead. "But here
comes mamma. She shall settle that
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.
"T wish you could have another new
dress, dear Rose," said mamma, In
her kindest tones; but 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 great I'M
portance. was going on q journey
going to leave my home and travel
alone for the first time in my life. We
that is, mamma, George and dl-lived
on grandfather's farm, in New Hamp-
shire.
Mamma had a friend named MIS-.
Wharton, who had been living in Bos-
ton for many years, and she had writ
ten to mamma begging that one of u'
might pay her long visit. Great was
the debating as to which should ac-
cept the invitation.
George insisted that it was my pre-
rogative, as l was Mrs. Wharton
namesake. 1 rather think our new
minister had something to do In max
ing Georgle so persistentiy refuse TO
go; for good and kind as Georgie Was,
she had never been quite so active uu-
til young Mr.. Partridge beamed upon
rs, with his bright black eyes: How
ever, it won't do to tell her secrets
without special permission.
Mamma had given ME new gray
gown for Sundays and visitings; l had
also a white one for evenings. in case
should go to any parties. These. With
my two morning wrappers, were con-
sidered q very good outtit.
George had generously insisted: on
my taking her new black alpaca, her
one best dress, and leave my brown
mermo-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 en- my
Journey. The ride was one of long. de-
light for my passionate love of trav-
cling had hitherto been very little
gratified.
AS l stood in the railroad station at
my journeys end, looking helplessiy
about me, a till gentleman. with a
handsome brown mustache, ap-
preached, and bowling with easy and
polished grace, said In all inquiring
tone:
"Niiss Rose. presume?'
bowed in response, inwardly won
dering if polite society required gentle
men to address ladies at first acquaint-
ance by their Christian names.
"Aiy aunt, Mrs. Wharton, has been
unexpectedly called away from home
for q 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 was wondering who this neph-
ew was. The gentleman looked at me
curiously. Evidently he was beginning
to think me dumb, so found voice to
say:
"How Is Mrs. wharton?"
every we'll, indeed, thank you. and
looking eagerly for your arrival
After we were seated in the carriage,
which was far handsomer than my
country experience had thought pos
sible, the gentleman proceeded In his
efforts for my entertainment.
"Do you wonder how l knew you,
Miss Rose?" he asked.
every much" replied-not, how
ever, without qualms Of conscience, as
had really not given 1t thought.
II recognized you by your Dress" he
triumphantly responded.
looked down ut my bright merino,
the subject at home Of so much dis
putting, and felt an inward terror.
Was the man q medium, clairvoyant?
Had he in spirit heard my conyersa-
ton with Georgle?
80 s'My dress" gasped.
"Yes, your dress. My aunt Informed
me that your travelling suit was
brown"
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