Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1904-10-22

OWN EYES.
shirt waists and her simple ribbon
stocks, but one couldn't pass an 'air''
off for a party dress, especially when
the annual ball Of the Golden Fleece
was the event Of the season in that
social circle of which Tim Mccarthy,
foreman and contractor prospective,
was an acknowledged leader.
And Norah loved Tim. She had told
him so at his very urgent request some
months before, and they had agreed to
wait patiently and decently until Tins
two young sisters had become self sup
porting and the lover could afford to
set up an establishment Of his own at
a safe distance from the noisy fat oc-
brood.
Norah, too, had her responsibilities.
Her father was one of those happily
constituted individuals who believed
that the world owed him a living, and
it happened that from his point of view
just now Norah represented the world.
And when ones mother sprains her
wrist and cannot make buttonholes for
three weeks and ones little brother is
SO inconsiderate as to contract stub
born attack of measles one may not
lay up money for ball gowns.
So Norah prayed in the firm belief
that the Mother Of Sorrows, who had
answered her petition for her own
mothers recovery two years back at
the hospital, would incline her ear to so
personal request as new dress.
The answer came in less than ten
minutes. Norah scurried around the
corner and plunged into the lunch-tide
throng which filled Broadway from
window to curb. A man jostled her
rudely and with the true womanly in
stinct she turned to the nearest win
dow to see whether her hat was on
straight The window held nothing
but paper, Grape paper, tissue paper,
stamped paper, paper shades for
lamps, paper flowers, paper frames
and paper dolls.
Norah forgot her hat and her ar
tistic eye rejoiced in the wealth Of
dainty colorings. She had never dream
ed that paper came in such beautiful
patterns. Why, they looked just like
silk Grape, and there was piece of vio-
let brocaded paper for all the world
like the brocaded waist Miss Hagan,
their fore.ady, had worn at the Christ
mas ball given by the Rosenberg en-
ployees.
Then Norah gasped. Her hand clos
ed convulsively over her purse. 1t
held a dollar that she could spare.
Norah shut her eyes for just an in
slant, as if the thought made her dizzy.
Then with very pink cheeks and her
head held high she marched into the
store.
"Yes; we have it in pink-the bro
cade, you mean? Twenty cents a roll,
eight yards to the roll For a dress
um-um! Why, if you sewed it on
foundation Of tarlatan or cheesecloth
think two rolls would make it. Yes;
we have the same shade in plain It's
sue. Twenty-Five sheets? No; l think
I'd use the sage green for stems. It's
softer. Sixty three. Thanks"
And Norah was again speeding up
the street, her eyes very bright and a
bulky package tucked securely under
her arm.
For the ball of the Order Of the
Golden Fleece was to be fancy dress
affair, and if Mary O'Hearn could go
as Bopeep in figured calico and straw
hat why could not Norah Fogarty
wear paper that looked much finer
than calico? To be sure, Mary O'Hearn
was hiring her costume at the exorbi-
tant price of $3.50. Norah knew, for
she had gone to the same costumer to