The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-02-08
The Spangled
Iuniic

Mrs. Winslow and Lily Belle were
Just stepping into the automobile
when the postman came along.
"That's from Maude!" cried Lily
Belle, bouncing upon blue envelope
postmarked "springview," and rum
ming stickpin under the flap. "Now
ri know what We are all going to
wear at the wedding"
She read in silence for a moment.
Then she sat up suddenly and hxed
her companion with two glittering
eyes.
"Cousin Matte Winslow," she gasp
ed. "Will you listen to what Maude
Washburne has the assurance to
write me? OF course she begins with
lot Of truck about her own dress,
and then-listen: The attendants are
to wear pink marQuisette over pink
satin. All the other girls, being mar
ried, will wear trains, but you, being
the only unmarried girl, of course will
wear a short dress-ankle length.
And so on, and so on. Now, what do
you think of that?"
She paused to let the horror of the
situation sink into the mind of her
companion.
well, If they think for a single
second that I'm going to do anything
Of the kind they are much mistaken
went on Lily Belle. II won't go home
for the old wedding. that's all. I'll
write to mamma this very day not
to let them order the stuff for my
dress. Ankle length! Everybody
else with a train and little Lily Belle
trotting up the aisle in short dress
humps"
Never mind; you Just stay here
with me until the weddings over,''
said Cousin Matte, soothingly. GLOW
does 1t happen that they're all mar.
ried but you?"
"Oh, it's a club we have. There are
just seven of us and each one that
has married has had the rest for at.
tendants. The man I was going ia
walk up the aisle with is simply de-
lightful-from Denver. 1t just makes
me perfectly furious. Cousin Matte
WELL" purred Cousin Matte, equa
bly,, lust trot around in the stores
today and look at the pretty things
and forget all about it for WHILE"
They had their luncheon and We're
making tour of the shops when they
saw the spangled tunic. Before 8
critical customer the saleswoman hello
it up-a lovely, shimmering thing, like
a robe of cobwebs spangled with dew
drops.
"only thirty-two fifty, marked dow,
from forty" said the saleswoman.
The customer turned away indiffer
emily. ut isn't just what I wanted,
she drawled. II think I'll look some
where else"
Lily Belle darted at the clerk as tn,
other woman turned away. LET nj
look at that, please" she cried, drag
ging Cousin Matte toward the tunic
isn't that the sweetest thing 70,
ever laid your eyes on?'
VERY pretty" agreed Cousin Mat
tie, surveying the tunic placidly.
As Lily Belle gazed half-formet
thought in her brain crystallized int,
sudden resolution.
cousin Matte Winslow," she an
nounced, impressively, I'm going t,
buy that tunic If 1t takes the las
cent I have, and I'm going to wear l
at the wedding. They'll all be angry
but it serves them right. II I can
have a train at the bottom of m,
dress I'll have tunic over the top, t,
make up"
II Cousin Matte had any misgiv
ings about the propriety of the ar
rangement, she was too well acquaint
ed with her young relative to voic,
them, SO the tunic was ordered ant
paid for.
Mrs. Winslow settled herself com
fortably in an easy chair to read a let
ter. 1t was two days after the wed
ding, and the letter was postmarket
"Springview" and addressed in Lily
Bellies upright handwriting.
Dear Cousin Matte" she read, i"
have only time to write you a line
about the wedding because I'm goinf
out in the car with Mr.. Swift-the
Denver man I told you about-but
want to thank you for helping me
choose that tunic. It just made my
dress and everybody said it was the
prettiest gown that was ever seen in
Springview. Nobody looked a,
Maude's dress to speak of, or any Of
the others. The girls were perfectly