The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1910-04-20

at II admiringly. How many yards
vouId it take for dress, mother?"
she asked, wistfully.
Eight" responded Mrs. Wilbur,
briefly. She was little out of pa
thence with Constance on the subject
Of pink cashmere. Ever since the
question of Constance's going to Ma
son Academy the next fall had been
settled, the girl had seemed to think
that dress of this kind was neces-
sary to complete her equipment. She
had inherited certain qualities Of per-
sistence from her fathers family.
II don't see why all Aunt Edith's
dresses are blues and grays," re-
marked Constance. "At least, all
that she sends to me are"
.There are two white dresses, a
serge and dotted muslin" replied
Mrs. Wilbur, who was even then en-
gagged in ripping up the seams Of
boft gray wool affair, "and you ought
to be glad enough, Constance, that
your Aunt Edith sent this box of
clothes. We couldn't have managed
Co have bought you so many dresses.
You will have enough for year"
"Just the same, you would have
bought me a pink cashmere If Aunt
Edith had not sent that box" persist
ed Constance.
Mrs. Wilbur smiled. "Well, my
dear, very likely I should; but 1t
would have been your only dress-up
gown. You would have had to wear
ct On all occasions. Very likely you
would have been known at school as
the girl with the pink dress Now
yoa viii have this pretty gray voile,
The blue chiffon and the two white
dresses. Besides that, every dollar
counts with your father this year"
"This sample is only one dollar
yard" said Constance, smoothing the
delicate wool between her fingers.
Mrs. Wilbur made no reply, and
Constance, after pleading look to-
ward her mother, picked up her books
and left the room.
y II could buy 0Ge yard Of it," she
thought, as she went down the street
on delayed errand. Il have exactly
one dollar"
b. And without thought of the neces-
sary car fares that the dollar was in
tended to pay for, Constance promptly
turned her steps toward the store
from which she had obtained the
sample.
The clerk held up fold after fold
Of the delicately tinted cashmere, and
Coustances eyes frightened as she
admired it. Its just like a pink
~ose," she declared.
The clerk glanced at the girl sTnil-
ahgIy. 'Just the shade to wear with
brown eyes and brown hair" he re-
marked.
Il only want one yard" said Con-
stance, and suddenly remembered the
ear fares and a much-needed pair of
gloves. I'D rather wear shabby
gloves than lose this!" she exclaimed.
"Gloves?" said the clerk. 1.-TWO
counters down toward the 'front.'" and
Constance picked up the small pack
age, put down the one dollar, and
walked briskly out.
The yard of cashmere was put care
fully away in small trunk, where
Constance stored her treasures; and
Constance, the pink sample still in
her purse, watched the advertise
merts of mark-downs with anxious
eyes. She said no more about pink
cashmere, and Mrs. Wilbur congratu-
hated herself that, after all, Constance
had seen the folly of teasing for a
dress which she did not need and
which her father could not afford to
purchase.
Before the summer was over Mrs.
Wilbur had occasion to speak to Con-
stance on the subject of the use of
money.
81 know, my dear girl, that your
allowance is small" she remarked
one day, with a disapproving glance
ut Constance's worn ribbon belt, but
! am sure it is sufficient for the little
things that we expect you to buy for
yourself. Your gloves are shabby,
and that belt is really worn OUT
Constance flushed, but she made no
explanation. Mrs. Wilbur sighed a
little, finding an excuse for Constance
In the thought that a girl of sixteen
gDubtless found soda-water, choco-
.Ates and car rides of even more i'm
yortance than fresh gloves and fault
l<ss belt ribbons.
Il suppose mother would think that
Z had thrown my money away if she
eould see these!" chuckled Constance
shat evening, as she opened her treas
ure trunk and took out a carefully
wrapped package.
She undid the wrappings and
spread the contents out on her bed.
There were eight or nine pieces of
pale pink cashmere. The longest
strip was the first yard purchased,
Tor which Constance had recklessly
paid one dollar. How often she had
regretted her haste, for that week
me had discovered that there were