Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1901-08-09

interesting than red, hearty ones" said
the fattering servant
Mercy, how white 1 am" exclaimed
Rose, glancing at the ashen face reflect
ed by the mirror. Rub my cheeks with
cologne, Sarah, and see if that won't
bring some color into them. There,
that'll do. Now hand me my dress. On,
isn't it beautifully" she continued, as she
threw aside the thickly wadded double
gown and assumed light, thin dress,
which fell in feecy folds around her
slight figure.
When her toilet was completed Rose
stood up before the long mirror, and
glow of pride came to her cheeks as she
saw how lovely she really was.
"Yous enough sight handsomer than
Miss Jenny" whispered Sarah as the
door opened and Jenny appeared more
simply arrayed than her sister, but look
ing as fresh and blooming as a rosebud.
How beautiful you are, Rose," she
said. "only it makes me shiver to look
at your neck and arms. You'll wear your
woolen sack, besides your shawl and
cloak, won't your; -sa
Nonsense, I'm not going to be bun
died up this way, for don't you see it
muses. the lace" said Rose, refusing the
warm sack which Jenny brought her.
A rap at the door and a call from
Henry that the carriage was waiting
ended the conversation, and, throwing
on their cloaks and hoods, the girls de-
scended to the hall, where, with unusual
tenderness, Henry caught up his invalid
sister, and, drawing the veil closely over
her face, carried her to the covered
sleigh, SO that her feet might not touch
the icy walk.
"What7 Rose Lincoln here" exclaimed
half a dozen voices as Rose bounded
into the dressing-room. -a.-.- 'f
"Yes, Rose Lincoln is here" she re-
piled, gayly, divesting herself of her
wrapping. "I'm not going to die just
vet, guess, neither am going to be
housed up all winter. The fresh air has
done me good already--see," and she
pointed to bright, round spot which
burned her cheek.
A young girl, whose family had one
| by one fallen victims to the great New
England plague, consumption, shuddered
and turned away, for to her eye the
glow which Rose called health was but
the hectic bloom of death.
How beautiful she is' said more than
/ one, as with her accustomed grace Rose
entered the brilliant drawing-room. And
truly Rose was beautiful that night, but
| like the gorgeous foliage of the fading
autumn, twas the beauty Of decay, for
death was written on her blue-veined
brow, and lurked amid the roses on her
cheek. But little thought she of that,
as with smiling lip and beaming eye she
received the homage Of the admiring
| throng. ,rt.. ~ a-,,ir-,
Just then Ida and Mary were an
nounced. Both Aunt Martha and Ida
had taken great pains to have their
young friend becomingly dressed, and
| she looked unusually well in the en-
broidered muslin skirt, satin waist and
blonde bertha which Aunt Martha had
insisted upon her accepting as present.
The rich silken braids of her luxuriant
\ hair were confined at the back Of her
| finely formed head with golden arrow,
which, with the exception of plain band
| of gold on each wrist, was the only or
nament she wore. This was her first in
production to the gay world, but so keen
i was her perception of what was polite
/ and proper that none would ever have
suspected tt, and yet there was about
her something SO fresh and unstudied,
that she had hardly entered the room
ere many, were struck with her easy, un-
! affected manners, so different from the
practiced airs of the city bellies. t1t1
| ella watched her narrowly, whispering
aside to Henry how sorry she felt for
poor Mary, she was SO verdant, and real
ly hoped she wouldn't do anything very
awkward, for 'twould mortify her to
death! ''But look" she added, "and see
how many people Ida is introducing her
to-" ea sf &sF
"Of course, why shouldn't she 7? asked
Henry; and Ella replied:
II don't know-it seems so funnyj to
see Mary here, doesn't it?''
| Before Henry could answer, young
man Of his acquaintance touched his
shoulder, saying: ''Lincoln, who is that
splendid-looking girl with Miss Selden? !?
l haven't seen finer face in Boston for
many a day."
"That? Oh, that's Miss Howard, from
Chicopee. An intimate friend Of our
family. Allow me the pleasure of in
Producing you," and Henry walked away.
leaving Ella to the tender mercies of
Rose, who, as one after another quilted
her side and went over to the enemy
grew very angry, wondering IL folks were
bewitched, and hoping Ida Seldom "felt
better, now that she'd made so many
notice her protego.' .5e +
Later in the evening, William Bender
came, and Immediately Jenny began to
talk to him of Mary, and the impression
she was making. Placing her hand
familiarly upon. his arm, as though that
were Its natural resting place. she led
him toward group, Of which Mary
seemed the center Of attraction. Near
her stood Henry Lincoln, 'fedoubling his
fiattering compliments in proportion ms
Mary grew colder and more reserved in
her manner toward him. Silly and con-