Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-10-31

dressing me as they liked things, and I know I am different, and I think it is dear of you to help me-"
 Question one," said Miss Biscoe. Can you afford to spend any money on new things?" Then it developed that Miss Shell was not poor. She taught because life on her fathers farm would have been deadly in it's monotony otherwise. But her father never limited her expendi- lures.
 "Oh, joyv' murmured Miss Biscoe. "I'll dress you up, little lady, until you won't know yourself. And your first appearance shall be the next recep- tion.''
 What color shall wearT came the anxious question.
 "Mr. Marvin likes white," was the innocent rejoinder. The bushes famed into Miss Shells cheeks.
 If you will look like that next Fri day he will love you on the spot, my dear" -@~
 Ut is you he loves," whispered little Miss Shell, "and he is charming, and I think you will be wonderful cou- ple."
 "No, we won't" said Miss Biscoe de- cidedly. "I'm going to marry a doctor who lives in New York, and he is the dearest fellow in the world"
 The next Friday Owen Marvin, wan dering little disconsolately through the empty rooms of the reception hall, came upon a little figure in white. His | footsteps made no sound on the thick carpet, and unobserved he studied her. She wore a charming white net gown. Her fair, fluffy hair was twisted about her head in a shining coronet, and as she stood on the tips of her white slip pered toes and surveyed herself in the big mirror she was dainty, exquisite.
 T beg pardon" Owen apologized as she turned and caught sight of him, and then he said quickly, "Why, it's Miss She'll"
 She came forward, blushing. Don't you think my gown is pretty?" she asked. Miss Biscoe told me where to send for it, and she fixed my hair Isn't she dear?"
 But he did not join incl enthu. siasm.
 She's something of coquette," he said, "and very fond of admiration"
 Every girl is fond of admiration '' Miss Shell defended, all pink and white. Don't you think so?"
 He liked the deference of her man ner. Miss Biscoe that afternoon had told him of her engagement, and his pride was hurt. He decided that Miss Shell appreciated him and that she was pretty.
 He walked with her through the fast filling rooms. Admiring glances fol lowed them. It was not easy for the teachers to understand the transforma tion of Miss Shell, and Miss Biscot was glowing.
 Isn't she a success?' she said tt Miss Murray. T told you she wa: pretty. You can't always tell wher your ugly ducklings are going to turr out to be swans, my dear. And clothes make such a difference"
 "Her first name is Lily" she tolt Marvin as they stood together for ; moment, while Miss Shell talked to al astonished professor of English wh' had never noticed her socially before Don't you think it suits her?'
 "Yes," said Marvin and went ove and took Miss Shell away from tn professor of English.
 "He needn't think I am going to le you talk to him all the evening" h told Miss Shell, with an air of proprie torship, and she preened herself like little white dove as she swept througI the room by the side of her handsom cavalier and out upon the moonlighte, campus.
 May I call you Lily?" he asked a they stood under the elms.
 "Oh. who told you that my name wa LilyT she asked.
 Miss Biscoe."
 Isn't she a dear?"
 You are dearer." he said as tn moon went behind a cloud.
 "Ohw palpitated the floating visio in white.
 And I love you," said Marvin ma jestically, and there fin the shadow, dimness he bent and kissed her.