The Press., 1908-01-15

to Miss Shell 1silt unte aohe sne found an adoring proselSte.
 "Oh, have always wanted to look nice" poor little Miss Shell said. "and have lived so far away from every thing, and my people would insist upon dressing me as they liked things, and I know am different, and think 1t is dear of you to help me-
 Question one" snid Miss BLscoe. Gan you afford to spend any money on new things?'
 Then 1t 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 expehdl. lures.
 "Oh joyv' murmured Miss Biscoe. "Ill dress you up, little lady. until you won't knew yourself And your first appearance shall be the next recep- tion."
 What color shall I weary" came the anxious question.
 "Mr. Marvin likes white," was the innocent rejoinder.
 The blushes famed into Miss Shells cheeks.
 "If you will look like that next Fri day he will love you on the spot, my dear"
 'It 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. "Tm 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 a little disconsolately through the empty rooms of the reception hall, came upon little figure in white. Ills footsteps made no sound on the thick carpet, and unobserved he studied her She wore charming white net gown. Her fair, fluffy hair was twisted about her head in 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.
 "I beg pardon" Owen apologized us 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 a dearT
 But he did not join in her 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 sop
 He liked the deference of her man. ner Miss Biscoe that afternoon had told him of her engagement, and hls 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 Biscoe was glowing.
 "Isn't she successY" she said to Miss Murray. T told you she was pretty You can't always tell when yOul u5ly uuShhllEH dAV SpiAE w thAh out to be swans, my dear. And clothes make such difference"
 "Her first name is Lily" she told Marvin as they stood together for a moment, while Miss Shell talked to an astonished professor of English who had never noticed her socially before Don't you think it suits her?'
 "Yes," said Marvin and went over and took Miss Shell away from the professor of English.
 "He needn't think 1 am going to let you talk to him all the evening"" he told Miss Shell, with an air of proprie torship, and she preened herself like n little white dove as she swept through the room by the side of her handsome cavalier and out upon the moonllghted campus.
 May 1 call you Lily?" he asked as they stood under the elms.
 "Oh, who told you that my name was Lily?" she asked.
 "NIiss Biscoe"
 Isn't she q dear?"
 You are dearer," he said as the moon went behind cloud.
 "Ohv' palpitated the floating vision in white.
 And I love you" said Marvin ma jestically, and there in the shadowy dimness he bent and kissed her.