Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-09-06

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cheeks and her eyes sparkled. After
all it was a young girl they were shop
ping for, the young girl she vas going
to be. Already she could feel herself
n that silk gown, a rose in her hair.
The young shOpkeeper glanced at
Resale rather often, wondering, per-
haps, why she was so silent and
seemed to have nothing to say about
the shopping-more than little "oh's"
and "ah's" of delight. Mrs. Haines'
enthusiasm over his stock, her excel
lent choice, her plans for each charm
Ing gown kindled his quick interest.
He, too, had a mental picture of a
young girl in frilled gowns, a rose in
her hair-no particular girl, just the
deal girl who wore such clothes.
you may deliver the things to Miss
Resale Warden" Mrs. Haines said,
crisply, when they had finished their
purchases, and the young merchant
wrote the name carefully.
"Rosalie Warden =" OF course her
name would be Resale Warden, the
girl who was to wear those dresses
What name could suit her better7
After his customers had gone, the
Shopkeeper pictured her again, brown
haired, starry-eyed, with an oval face
and a very demure smile. He thought
he would like to paint such a girl some
time, If business ever paid we'll enough
so that he could go on with his study
of art.
During the next few days Rosalie
made frequent visits to the shop for
bits of lace and ribbon or rosy lengths
of silk. Interest in her new wardrobe
proved so absorbing that 1t had altered
her usually staid a little and
her sober face was now so smiling that
she looked younger than ever. The
shopkeeper observed her with interest,
wondering what relation she bore to
this Miss Warden who was evidently
buying a trousseau. An older sister,
perhaps. She herself had the sort of
face which a Rosalie Warden should
have-oval, with a little pointed chin.
"WOuld Miss Warden be interested
in this Dresden ribbon?" he asked n
day when Rosalie was shopping. She
looked up startled. Of course he didn't
know that she was Miss Warden, h
in her little drab suit. She dimpled
at the humor Of 1t.
81 think she would" she returned.
And almost for the first time she noted
what a pleasant hammered young man
this was, good looking, too. She hoped
she would meet some men like that in
the city when Mrs. Haines took her
there. She liked his chin.
Rosalie had decided that she must
leave Medwin to begin her new life"
as she playfully called 1t. So she had
planned to spend the winter in New
York with Mrs. Haines. By doing this
her sudden change of character and
costume would not cause comment in
Medwin. Altogether it was a very
good plan, and even Mrs. Warden APP
proved.
So, when at last the "~trousseau"
was ready, Rosalie packed it carefully
in a new wardrobe trunk and prepared
to leave. 1t was strange, but sudden
ly she had a hOmesick feeling; once
the rousseau was folded away. 1t
had been such fun getting 1t ready,
she had enjoyed the trips to the shop
so much-and very abruptly Rosalie
acknowledged to herself that it was the
shopkeeper she would miss. She had
grown so accustomed to his friendly
interest, he had been so courteous, and
he was so handsome. What would he
think If he knew about her, she Won
dered? After all, she had not been
strictly honest to let him think that
she was buying things for her little
sister. She had a sudden desire to let
him know, to let him see her as Rosa
lie Warden.
There was a lawn fete at the church
that night, and Rosalie felt sure that
he would be there. So, much to her
mothers surprise, she put on the fril-
Hest and prettiest of her muslin gowns
and thrust a pink rose in her hair.
After all, she did look pretty. Even
Mrs. Warden said so.
"You ought to have lived a genera
ton ago, when such clothes were more
in STYLE" Mrs. Warden sighed.
II don't care about style If they're
becoming" laughed Rosalie. "Tm
afraid, however, that Medwin people
will think I'm losing my mind"
Indeed, Medwin people were rather
surprised. One or two failed to rec
ognize her; she heard someone ask
who shat lovely young girl over
there" might be.
"Why, it's Rosalie Varden" some
one answered, and the young man who
had been standing near by turned sud-
denly to look at her. She was talking
to some one, and he did not know that
she could hear.
"The young lady who is going to be
married?" he asked.
Married. 1 guess Rosalie isn't go
ing to be married. Not unless she's
keeping mighty quiet about it-for an
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