The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1847-02-04

you wear your white satin skirt and blue
bodice ?"
"And have every one laughing at me, and
wardrobe on its back, mo, indeed l have
not dress that has not been worn till | am
ashamed to appear in it"
81 But, my DEAR" said Mrs Ryan," you must
consider the cost,-your father has complain
ed of your ext avagance"
| /" Nh extravaganza !" said Ada. Il won
der if l am the only one chargeable with eX-
travagance ?-but | know how it is; | am
only unfortunate in not being the favorite, -
and Miss Ada shed a few tears indicative OF
sincere grief.
"Never mind, my DEAR" said her mother,
! soothingly, Il dare say | can manage it. In
stead Of paying Madame Lacenbeau her ex-
orbitant price, we can send your dress to the
Widow Mansfield, she is very tasty and neat
with her sewing
eyes, and have my dress ruined" inter-
rupted Ada.
"No fear of that, whatever" said Mrs Ry-
an; "don't you know how beautifully she
made your brothers shirts 2"
"But is it likely she will make any thing
else for us till she is paid for that = asked
Ada.
"To be sure" said Mrs Ryan, "does she
think we are not able to pay her; or does she
doubt our honesty. And let me remind you,
Miss, it's not your place to throw such things
up to me-"
Ada had raised a tempest, and as it was
useless to resist, the dress was folded Ill
newspaper and sent to Mrs Mansfield.
Through the long day, and into the night,
did the widow and her daughter toll upon the
elaborate garment; and when finally it was
finished to the satisfaction Of all parties. after
being three sent back for alterations, Mrs
Ryan promised to pay one dollar.
1t is not our purpose to draw picture OF
a needle-woman's life, though it might afford
a salutary lesson to those who WELD the pow
er of riches, Mrs NJ in common with many I;
others, experienced that which, though it |
abounds all aroun us, battles description, and |
seems to defy remedy under the present So
ca systematic blight of penury, and the !
utter want Of means to obvlate its miseries-I
Since the death Of her husband, she had lost |
the youngest of her three children, nor could
she shut out the horrid truth that her little
boy died of want.
Her second boy was pent up in the prison
house of dry goods store, in distant city. |
ust making a living; and her darling Mary
yithered like II tender flower in her presence,
'vertasked and yet not sufficiently clothed or
ed.
The newspaper in which had been wrapped
he costly dress of Ada Ryan, was lying one
fternoon on Mary's work stand picking it
Up, and running over its columns, her eyes
encountered the correspondence which intro
uced Fanny Forester as an authoress to the
World. AS she read, new thoughts were a.
vakened, new hopes cnkindled, new determi-
ations formed.
Obstacles were in the way to write with
uccess required time-could she spare it ?
she robbed it from the hours of needful re-
ose, she would require light-but she had
OF even the ne essary writing materials To
rocure these, she must deny herself some alb.
olute necessary, and submit to no trifing
acrifce.
A pair of bracelets set with the lkenesses
f her mother and father, the last gift of his ,
Election, were pawned to raise the means to
lake an experiment, the result Of which was =
t best extremely doubtful
At length, after protracted midnight toll, ,
olen from the hours Of rest without the OBJ r
,rvation of her mother, her task was finished Q
nd the story sent to the editor Of a popular !
agazine, with note delicately limiting at |
or motive in requesting reply in the next {
umber. How eagerly did she await its APP i
earance, and with what tenacity did she re-
rye the necessary sum to purchase it. In r
lie time it came, and under the notice " to i
,rrespondents," was the announcement
Rent Day, story by Mary Mansfield, is re- e
cted" h