Red Wing sentinel., 1861-04-03
"A YDOLLAR BILL
BY MRS. GEORGE wAsu1NGroN wyLLys

BY MRS. GEORGE wAsu1NGToN wYLLYs.
The January sun strained cheer.
fully in, across the crimson carpet OF
the snug little room-the fire glowcd
redly in the CRATE, and tho canary,
whose cage huna in the window,
trilled and warbled as joyous as if he
were in the land of cinnamon and
spice groves, instead Of the cline
Of snow and wind And Mr.. Wayne
as he buttoned up his overcoat and
fitted on his glove, preparatory to
facing the keen outer air, glanced
round, very much as though he would
prefer staying with the fire and the can
ary bird!
Just as he rcsolutcly put on his fur
cap, the door opened and his wife
came in-onc of these .bright-eyed
rosy checked little women, who it is
very easy to spoil, and difficult 10 con-
troll. The crimson mcrino dress she
wore, the prettiest possible contrast to
her peach blossom cheeks, and the
white lace frills at her throat and
wrists were more becoming than the
costliest French embroidery could have
been, while her tiny black silk apron,
all ruffles and lace, and coquettish
pockets, might have been worn for use,
but certainly had rather an ornamental
effect!
care you off already, Charlie
Mr.. Wayne nodded, ''To. be sure
puss. There are times when man
can't watch his business too Closely"
"Before you 90, I want some mon.
ey," reaching up to arrange her hus'
bands cravat with q rather conscience
stricken look
"Money! what for?"
tsAIrs. Arnold wishes me to 90 shop
ing with herr
"Butyou don't need 10 buy any
thing"
"I know that,'' said Mrs. Wayne
pcttishly, shut I want a little money
everthless-nott to spend, but carry
What would Mrs. Arnold think if
went shopping with an empty purse?:
Mr. Wayne whist!ed omn;onsly, and
shook his head as he sounded his
pocket.
-, Il !, haven't ,4.5. anything but fifty dol
t1l will take that, sir!'' said Mrs
WAYNE demurely.
"Hold on, thought shall need thai
for rent next week.
"Wcll, you may have it-only
want to have the privilege of carrying
| it to-day. Don't be SO provoking
Charles-onc would think / was :
child!''
'And 50 you are, in all essentials!'
said Mr.. Wayne, placing the bank note
in her extended palm, and giving hel
a playful kiss as he took his departure
eff you please, ma'am, Mrs. Arnold
is waiting,'' said servant, thrustine
her round red face through the oper
door.
"Tcll her I'll be down in ono mo
ment.'
Matte Wayne turned the bill from
side to side, and looked thoughti,lly al
it. Had she not better place tempta
ton out of her reach and leave it al
home?
"Nonsense! l shall not spend it,
was the next reflection, and Mrs
Wayne placed it in her portmonnie
and run up stairs to dress.
"It's great bargain, ma'am," sale
; the shopman, stroking down the ricl
folds Of the cashmere shawl as it huns
from the shoulders Of the lady figure
s'Take it Matte! I never saw any
thing SO cheap?' whispered Mrs. Ar
nold.'
! "But really do not need it at pres
ent,'' hesitated Mrs. Wayne.
"You can lay it aside until you d
ma am persisted the clerk. tEThat i
the great advantage of these goods
they never 60 out of fashion. Thinl
of it-a shawl like this for twenty dol
lars! You won't have another sucl
chance in ten years!!''
'sHow I wish had not bought tina
India wrapper of mine,' said Mrs
Arnold, II certainly would have pre-
ferred this.''
II will take it," said Mrs, Wayne
LAYING down her solitary note, ant
silencing her conscience with the re
; hection-"Charles can't help eein.
how cheap it is!''
"Mattie, do look at these silks!" cx
claimed another lady who had jus
recognized Mrs. Wayne. "Did yo,
ever see anything with such lustre-
and so cheap!''
Mrs. Waynes eyes sparkled wit
, true feminine rapture as she glanced a
the shining folds, and from that mo
mcnt she was q lost woman, as far a
the change from the fifty dollar bill
!, went.
Is it fair to blame her? Let thos
cast the first stone who do not know
how strong the influence of crowdc,
emporiums, cheap goods, and advisin!
friends whose own wealth makes then
, inconsidcrate at their neishbors les
lengthy purses.
"What makes you look so grave
Mattic?" asked Mrs. Arnold on thei