Stella Rosevelt — page 145: what you’re looking at

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“LET ME DEPICT YOUR FUTURE.” 139 tending to go to the lodge for a word with Mr. Rosevelt before she went to the station. ‘‘Where are you going, miss, rigged out in that style?” was the rude query that saluted her ears as she came out upon the veranda and stopped a moment to fasten her gloves. Looking up, she saw Josephine sitting at one end of the porch, and half hidden by the luxuriant growth of vines climb- ing the trellis. Her radiant face clouded ; it seemed almost like an omen of evil to have her anticipations of pleasure broken in upon thus. ‘‘T am going to New York to take my music lesson,” she answered, touching the roll underneath her arm. ‘‘Do you always dress yourself out like that to take your music lesson? Perhaps you are trying to strike up a flirtation with Professor What’s-his-name,” sneered the haughty. beauty. Poor Star glanced down at her offending dress, an indignant flush rising to her cheek. The entire cost of it had been less than what Josephine was accustomed to pay for even a pair of shoes; and yet she knew, without being told, that the gay belle, with all her expensive trappings, had never looked half so fresh and lovely as she did at that moment. Josephine realized it also, and her heart was filled with sitteg envy and malice. ‘‘Go back up stairs and change your gown,” she continued, angrily, without giving Star an opportunity to reply to her taunting remarks, ‘‘ You have no business to go to the city, dressed as if you were going to a party.” Stars small head came up like a flash of light; her eyes darkened and glowed witha sense of wounded pride and in- justice. She stood still a moment, her scarlet lips compressed until only a narrow line’of red was visible; then, in a calm, clear, but very decided tone, she said: GOmMmicbooks (E)