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VOL. XIV.
Sabra’s Invitation .
EMMA M. E. GIUN'NEL.
[From the American Agncu turist.)
Sabra Blasbford, at fifteen, was a
well-grown ” girl r * who attended the
school attired ... dingy
grammar in a
brown and white checked gingham
J(1< j laced cowhide shoes, which hurt
her feet a good deal and her feelings
much more. In vain to try to hide
them under her short frock— impossi¬
ble to forget them, trudging home
from school on a windy night, with
her geography clasped across her
bosom under her shawl like a cuirass.
and bitterness swelling in her heart
at sight of rows of buttoned boots
and natty jackets going home in front
of her. Sometimes the plaid shawl
frisked along among the natty jackets,
but not often. Oenemllr the
ed boots consorted together, and left
the cowhide shoes to solitude, or such
chance company as they might find.
But the girls were all nice to her,
Sabra thought. She had a quiet
voice, and shy blush and laugh when
they said bright, funny things, and
she declined chocolate caramels with
a discretion lemarable in a girl who
was stinted in sweets.
She had, too, a determined, clear¬
headed perseverance in interest ex¬
amples, which made her equal to any
number of decimal places, and brought
a smile of approved to her teacher’s
face. This last quality was probably
the origin of Sabra s slight influence,
and obtained for her such tacit con¬
sideration as she had. Impossible to
make fun of the outer adornment of
a girl’s head when upon her using its
inward equipment in your service de¬
pends your proving a credit to your
family in the arithmetic class.
But on one particular night Sabra’s
feet danced down the long, steep
walk, regardless of her heavy shoes.
Her heart heat joyfully against her
books. Beth Harlow was going to
nav« » party ami Sabra was invited.
When Beth had first told the girls
about the projected party, they had
talked it over and over, as the girls
will, around a window’ before school
called in the morning. As they talk¬
ed, Sabra passed on her way to her
seat.
“I’m going to ask her to my party,”
said Beth.
“Oh, good heavens! you’re not go¬
ing to ask that dowdy. Why, she
don’t go in our set at all!” cried Carla
Balle.
“Mamma wants me to. She says
we ought to try to make it agreeable
for girls like Sabra, who are nice if
they are poor.”
Florrie Hamlyn, who was Beth’s
devoted friend, put her arm up about
Beth's neck caressingly and said: “1
think it’s lovely of 3 'ou, Beth.” But
Garla remarked on turning away as
the bell rang, “Well, v«'U know you
d«>n t foal I v want her, and you know
she won't feel at ome and will fust
tie i poke to ihe resl: and, for j»y
part, I don’t think it’s any great
ness to ask am >nv» that way.’
Sal vr.i knew nothing of this. She had
accer ted Beth’s invitation w-th a few
trembling nowkbe words and a radier.t glance,
ami ivas p.ir S home to tell
her mother.
“Mother!” she cried, bursting into
the house, “Belli Harlow is going to
have a party and I’m invited.”
Her mother dropped h**r sew-rg
and turned around in her chair to
look at her. “You don’t sav, Sabra,"
she said in a delighted voice. “When
is it going to be?”
“Friday night. Mother, do you
s’ no.se we could make my blue flan-
*
nei in time?”
w We’ll have to,” said her mother,
^ginning to stir about the room wicn
a litlte flush in her sheeks.
“You bring the cloth right down,
" * G t^ll How
* to to
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TOCCOA, GA., JAN. 14, 1887.
make it. Run over and ask Miss
Barker if she’ll step over a minute
anti bring her last ‘Bazar.' ”
You will see by the foregoing that
Sabra had cloth for a new dress, a
birthday gift from her aunt. Miss
Barker came over with her mouth full
of pins ami her tape measure around
her neck, and before supper time the
dress was under way. Then Sabra!
had a bright thought. She would
braid it. So the seams were run up, j
and the next day Sabra began to
braid. How she worked ! Sitting i
.-lose to the window, she bent over
her task with an anxious pucker in
l>er forehead and a half-suppressed
sniile 011 her lips. But on Wednes-
' J; iy, when she was sitting in her place
during whispering recess, Carla Dalle. .
coming past, said to her, “Going to ;
Beth Harlow’s party ?” Sabra looked
up with a quick and pleased affirrna- j
live, but she mot a look before
her abashed glance fell. "She almost
, looked 1 , as if -e she , was mad, , „ said ., Sabra r-, ,
, to 1 herself, lc Carla passed , mi The
as on.
next „ day 1 , hair ,, dozen , girls, • , with . , ,1 Carla ,
a
■ ‘
at . their < heath 1 tolled m past and , each 1
one
propounded the same inquiry: ‘‘Go-
ing to Beth’s party ?” and when Sabra
softly answered that she guessed so,
they looked at each other with a cho¬
rus of significant titters. Sabra’s
troubled glance turned to Beth, but
Beth’s eyes were averted. Not even
the new buttoned shoes which her
father brought home and displayed
that night could make Sabra’s heart
quite light.
“She’s bound to go,” said a voice
behind her the next day. “She’d go
if you'd ask her not to.”
‘Well, if she goes I shan’t,’ said
Carla’s voice. ‘I wouldn’t be seen
at a party with her.”
‘Well, I suppose she’s really a right
to go; she was invited just as much
as anybody,’ chimed in a third.
“What if she was? Beth says her¬
self she only invited her because she
wanted to please her mother. Little
fool! she knows nobody wants her.’’
With the last words Carla stepped
away, and the others followed, leaving
Sabra to her own reflections.
Poor Sabra! She understood at
last. A great weight seemed to
fall upon her heart, a lump rose up in
her throat and choked her. The in¬
terminable example she was working
faded out before her blurred sight,
and in its place the pretty spirals and
trefoils of the braiding pattern seem¬
ed to dance and waver. But she
subdued the tumult in her breast till
she was out of school. When she
w'ent home the little kitchen was clean
and bright with sunshine. Robbie’s
axe, as he chopped the kindlings for
tnorninjr, was the only sound in the
quiet house. Sabra found a scrap of
paper aud sat down to write a not*.
winch, when she had done, Robbie
readily promised to deliver for her,
Mrs. Harlow happened to be
the front door when Robbia rang.
She o] ened it, and so it chanced that
the note fell into her hands, and, there
eiM n no address upon it, she opened
H,u * read it. Deal Beth, it mn,
ean 1 00,1,0 TO 2 OU! P art 3’ ^ ecause *
know you don’t really want me to.
r "> re:l! *“">'• 1 ho P 9 vuu ' U excuse
-
me for accepting tho invitation at
first—S abra Blasiifokd/
Mfto. Harlow read this over several
times, snii holding the door
VVI} ile i.obbie hurried away. 1 hen
she closed the door, aiai, turning
awa y, calle>’ up tha stairs: ‘Bet i»!
Beth!’ Beth csmerunmn K do.vi>. She
was already dressed (or the party in
the pr ttiest of pink cashmere gowns,
wlfh pink ribbons knotted hero and
there and tying back her long uark
curis. ‘Read thi9 note, dear.’ Beth
took it in and read it in silence. ‘If
it hadn't been for that hateful note i
things would have been all right,
She wau just right about one thing—
they didn’t want her at the party and
I wish now I’d never asked her. So
much for trying to be nice to that
sort j ust ^ iere 8
conscience took a part in the conver-
sation: ‘B«t were you nice to her,
^ et h? "W ere you nice to her, or did
} ou j us ^ patronize her, and make a
v * rtue °f to other girls.
‘Is the writer of this note the girl
we were talking of, Beth, when your
party was first proposed?’
‘Yes, mamma.’
‘I want you to tell me exactly what
T°" did 10 ra « k « her s,, PP ofed ? tu
didn’t really want her to come.’
Beth hung her head, ‘Mamma,’ she
said, ‘1 didn’t do anything, really; I
never said a word to her about ths
,
' ^
n *
^ ir .^« S * n > “ , so, ‘ IB ut the otl ^ r
*
,‘ Wha ‘ had the other ‘? itls to do
' v *^ ‘They didn’t want her to come.’
J
‘And so my J daughter n cared more
for the opinion r . of her school mates
than for her mamma’s?’
‘1 wanted them to have a good
time.’ Beth's voice was very low.
‘Which of the girl’s objected.?
Was it Florrie Hamlyn?’
‘Oh, no! Florrie vvasgladl invited
her.’
Who was it ?’
Pressed for a name, Beth answered
<
‘Carla Bailed
‘Which do you think would have
enjoyed the party most, Carla or Sa¬
bra?’
‘Why, Carla. Wouldn’t she, mam-
ma?’
‘You told me that at Florrie Ham-
lyn’s party Carla was so rude and dis¬
agreeable that she spoiled the pleas¬
ure of the whole evening. Do you
think Sabra would behave in that
way ?’
‘Oh, no! mamma. Sabra’s bashful,
but she’s real ladylike.’
‘What does Carla object to in her,
then?’
‘Oh, she’s poor and wears queer
looking clothes.’
‘What does she wear?’
‘I don’t know what she’d have worn
to night, but Sundays she wears an
old black alpaca,’ answered Beth, al¬
most desperate under this keen ques¬
tioning.
‘And you would treat her in this
rude way simply because of Carla
Balle’s dislike to her. when you real¬
ly think her a nice girl, and wanted
to be kind to her? Is it because you
are prettier, or better, or sweter than
Sabra BJashford that you have better
gowns than she?’
‘No, mamma.’
, It is sim] ,i yi theI1) beC ause I hap-
pe „ havu , llore money thall Mrs .
BUshtord . i> m ashamed of you,
1 Bethj look down i l for
to upon a K r
] ] 8uoh R cause a5 that . { would Ilot
h , ve believed mv daughter would be
guilty of such u thing.’
‘Mamma, I’m sorry, but I’tn not so
bad as you think. I didn’t really
look down upon her.’
Her mother paused, and taking her
little daughter’s face between her
hands looked at it with a fond, sor¬
row ful gaze. T want you to be good,
Beth/she said. T want you to learn
to be kind—to consider others more
| than y ourself—to win love/
When Robbie wxs gone, Sabra went
upstairs and sal .town upon her bed.
y eav y s<ms shook her frame, her dull
glance wnndert*<l about the d;ngv,
:ire;<r\ room. 0i«, 1 can t bear it. she
vrlt( j, - l oau l bear it ,' and she plun S
<.,) headlong into her pillow and cri«d
till she could cry no more. She
though; of the cowhide shoes, of the
<,ni brown gingham, of herself aceept-
m- Beiii’s invitation 30 unsuspicious-
iy aud dancing hmne to tell her ra \b-
er t of her mother’s pis.teure, a . r
fathers buy tug those pretty s
She thought huff she speculate.
NO. 23.
the unknown delights of parties. Yes,
she was, as Carla said, a little fool,
and with sucha sore, sore heart.
When she was sitting up again,
rubbing her heavy eyes, she heard her
mother at the stair door. *Sabra!
you there? I’ve been over to Miss
Barker’s and got some flowers to wear
to-night. Red geraniums and white
feverfew. You better dress before
sapper. I want your father to
see you before you go.’
Sabra thought she should never
know a moment more miserable than
that. To go down stairs and teli
that eager, loving mother, so happy
in her pleasure, and that they had
only pretended to be nice to her—
that they were both careless and
cruel. Sabra sat down again to mua
ter up courage, and in a moment she
heard the hell ring. Then her moth¬
er called her and in an excited whis
per said, ‘You’ll have to go to the
door. It’s Mrs. Hallow, and the car¬
riage 19 waiting for her at Lite gate.’
Trembling with nervousness, Sabra
went down stairs. When she open¬
ed the door the light shone full upon
htr face, and the tall, fair lady who
stood there stepped in without a word
of greeting and took her into a tender
embrace. ‘I know, my dear, I know,”
she said. When she went away,a few
minutes later, she left Sabra’s face
bright wi-li smiles and dimple. ‘What
did she want?’ asked her mother;
as Sabra passed through the kitehen
to go up stairs.
She’s going to send the carriage
for mt, mother.’ said Sabra, with a
little lilt of joy : n her voice.
‘Why, Sabra Blaahford !’ said her
mother, in great surprise, ‘what a
n ’ ce t* 01 ® J’ ou ,v *d have. I always
told your father you’d make friends
when you got old enough, if we are
poor. You must try’ and be a perfect
lady.’ Easy to be a perfect lady
now, Sabra thought.
With now and then a long sigh to
remind her of past grief, Sabra dress
ed in present bliss. Wonderful to
see the boxed toes of the little shoes
twinkling in and out beneath the new
dre«9 as she went down stairs.
•Tliat pleated footing in your neck
and sleeves looks as neat a pin, said
her mother, as she sat down at the ta-
bls.-Seema as if your eyelids were some
inSamed. You've been in the wind a
good deal.
•Well, father, how do you think
looks, she added, when Sabra had
swallowed a few morsels to prove that
she was not at all excited and had a
hearty appetite.
‘I think/ returned her father, sur¬
veying her critically, ’that she looks
the lad 3 ’. There ma 3 ’ be girls there
richer dressed but I hope there’ll be
none more modest nor better behaved.’
Sabra ran to her father and gave him
some hearty kisses. She felt very
keenly at that moment that the had
two loving and faithful friends, and
she inwardly resolved that, if she
could help it, they should never know
how near she came, to missing that
party.
You don’t expect me to tell you
stout the wonders of that party!
How they played games and danced
country dances, Such lovely things
to eat, and afterwards paper cornu¬
copias brought in filled with candies,
and down in the middle of each some
little gift, Sabra’s was a tinny bot¬
tle oi perfume in a blue silk bag.
Belli was a very kind and obliging
little hostess in a plain black alpaca
and Julue sash, an aet of atonement
on her part prompted by a desire to
set Sabra at ease when she should ap-
j. car j n t | 4e we ll-worn alpaca of Sun-
day wear . Nor „„ 8bc 6orry for bcr
, acti8ce „|, cn 8be greeted her friend
i n her strangely new attire,
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