The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1916-11-16

Auere was u pair OF DAINTY slippers,
nair ribbons and a belt of satin, all
II one harmonious, delicate lilac hue.
"And there's hat, DEAR" impaired
Mrs. Blake, lin that box yonder. "It's
all for you, that's my present" =
"Ohw
1t was all that Hazel could utter.
She was dazzled. Her eyes shone, her
breath came in little fluttering gasps,
and her cheeks were radiant.
"Was there ever anything in the
world so beautifully" she palpitated.
you come here the next two evenings,
and we'll get at it and fit it to you,"
pursued Mrs. Blake, although l fancy
1t won't need much remodeling, for
Mrs. Van Buskirk was Just your height
and build.'
"Who is Mrs. Van Buskirk?" queried
the bewildered Hazel.
"The lady who with her husband
summered with US last season-don't
you relnember?"
Il think I do" replied Hazel
vaguely.
"They seemed to have plenty Of
money" explained Mrs. Blake, "but the
last week they were here some bust
ness troubles worried them. They had
to hurry back to the city and did not
have enough to pay me all they owed
me. Mrs. Van Buskirk insisted on
leaving this outfit, which she had
never worn. Later learned they had
all gone to pieces, SO guess Mrs. Van
Buskirk never cared to wear the
dress, for she did not send for it, SO
it's yours, dear. You love nice things.
AS you get older you are going to get
into society, Il pretty girl like you"
Maybe, Mrs. Blake" smiled Hazel,
"but such dress was never worn ut
hayrack rides and harvest festivals
and church sociables. But, oh ! all the
same it will he u wondrous delight tn
me to have such pretty things, if it's
only to dress up once in while, just
to look at myself and dream that l am
q princess. or the like!"
The two evenings of fixing over
were like wild riots Of glorious pleas.
ure. When, fully arrayed iii the beau
tiful dress, Hazel stood before the
mirror, Mrs. Blake went into ecstasies
and Hazel's bright eyes danced.
Hazel, back home, laid aside the
treasured dress, but her last glance
at night was for it. Then she would
dream of high-born danes, and
knights Of chivalry, and gilded pal
aces, and great social functions.
One day. when her aunt was away
Hazel dressed up in full elegance. She
was possessed with girlish longing to
show herself. Her thought was to
get past the wooden stretch between
her home and the summer hotel
grounds-just once parade past the
prOmenaders, and feel that, in attire
ut least, she was one of the mad.
ding crowd" When she neared the
throng, however. Hazel's tilnid nature
sllrank from the ordeal. She went to
a quiet nook in the woods, sat down
on q fallen tree anG dreamed.
She arose suddenly. Hazel had re.
moved her pretty picture hat and
placed it beside her. A little dog
came running up, seized the priced
headgear, and ran off with it.
"Come back! oh, come back" cried
the distracted Hazel, but the mis-.
clievous little animal was out of sight
like an arrow. Hazel had rushed
vainly, in pursuit, fairly crying, when
a quick whistle rang out and we'll
dressed young man came into view.
The dog scampered up to him and the
hat was rescued, unframed.
What a delightful young man-all
courtesy, apology and consideration {!
He was manifestly captivated by the
fair face, but INDUCED only in few
generalities, and was gone, but he had
managed to linger for fully five min
utes, and Hazel was duly impressed.
She had in a measure been false to
herself. For few moments at least,
she had carried out all the dignity Of
q fashionable young lady to the manner
born. 1t was quite small and thrill
ing experience to pose in an exclusive
sphere and to be accepted as simon