The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1918-07-18
AUNT BESS' TRUNK
] BY HERMlNE X. TRASH. /
Copyright, 1918, by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)

"Motherw
eyes, Laura?"
swell, you know, mother, Roy Ben.
ton is coming home for a few days
before going over there"
Els he? That is very nice, indeed"
said Mrs. Nelson.
"Yes, it is"
Then, hesitatingly: "There is 90.
ing to be a dance given in his honor.
Do you suppose I could have a new
dance frock? There are some very
pretty patterns in ~ window that
are very reasonable in price,"
"Laura, you know I would love to
get you something, but"
-"But what?" impatiently from Laura.
"Why, there are the rent and the
gas bill due Saturday." said her mother
YEARLY, 'and you know the funds are
low. Perhaps you could find some
thing suitable in the trunk Aunt Bess
left you"
"Oh, that trunk!" snapped Laura
angrily. II wish Aunt Bess had never
willed it to me-" Then she left her
mother and went to her room.
Laura's father had been n carpenter
and had kept his wife and daughter in
comfortable circumstances, but when
Laura was fourteen years old he died
of pneumonia after a short illness Of
four days. Mrs. Nelson was a clever
seamstress, and by careful planning
and strict economy had managed to
support herself and Laura.
Among the many friends was Roy
Benton, the only son of the village
doctor
In her room Laura cried resentfully
until her eyes were red and swollen.
Indeed, she did not wish to be seen
by Roy at that moment. After she
had Gained down she thought of how
hard her mother had worked for her,
and decided to take her advice and
look through Aunt Bess' trunk.
There were many dresses which
probably had been very fashionable in
their day, but there was nothing that
was suitable for evening wear. At the
very bottom Of the trunk, however,
SASAS "NS q al Ol1O uACSS
ut is pretty" murmured Laura to
herself, land I am going to try it on"
About ten minutes later she ran into
the sitting room, where her mother
sat knitting on an olive-drab sweater.
Her cheeks were aglow with excite
ment, and, dressed in the dress Of the
nineteenth century, she certainly look
ed like q picture.
Laura Nelson !" gasped her mother.
"Isn't it pretty, mother dear?"
eyes, Laura, it is. That dress was
always very dear to Aunt Bess. She
had worn it the night before Robert
Kingston, her soldier sweetheart, went
off to join the boys in blue in 1861.
She was to have married him but he
fell at Gettysburg. That is why she
never married"
ooh, mother" said Laura, "do you
suppose it would have the same effect
on-?"
ION Roy Benton?" queried her moth.
Laura blushed prettily, and said: "At
any rate I am going to launder 1t.
I may wear it to- the dance, too"
Although the dress was pretty be-
fore it was Numbered, it was much
prettier afterward, and Laura made
up her mind to wear it, just to see
what the crowd would say!
Thursday night.
Laura went to the dance hall alone;
and a little later than the other girls,
for she wanted to see what the gen.
eral impression of her o%ld-fashioned
dress on all who were there would be.
She removed her wraps in the Dress
ing room, brushed her pretty curls
back from her forehead, threw a pale
pink scarf over her shoulders, ar
ranged her flowers in her belt, and
went into the dance hall.
The boys and girls were all talk
ing at once, asking this, that, and the
other Of Roy Benton, but never watt
Ing for a reply.
AS soon as Laura made her appear
ance, the hubbub ceased. All eyes
were upon her, filled with admiration
and surprise.
Roy broke the silence by walking up
to Laura, Slipping her hand through
his arm, and turning to his friends
said: "Friends, meet Miss 1861" They
all broke into a laugh, and as the or
chestra began to play at that moment,
Laura and Roy had the first dance
together. Not only the first, but many
after, including the last waltz, after
which they strolled to her home I'M
der the light of the pale moon
Excuse me for asking, Laurie" said
Roy, using the old name he had called
her in days gone by, "but where did
you get that dress?"
Laura told him about the trunk
Aunt Bess had left her, and then
asked: "Why?"
"Why I don't know. You look so
different from the rest Of the girls.
Sweeter somehow. Oh, Laurie, I've
got five days more. Will you?
Couldn't we? Oh, hang it all, I love
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