Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1867-11-20
rain and tempest of the dismal November

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Ma am. if you please" said Mary the
waitress, here's the newspaperer boy-he
says master told him you would pay the bill
! this week
How much is it, Mary -
"a dollar, ma am
How provoking II havn't dollar in
| the house,
He says he has orders not to leave the
house until he is payed. -
He is very impertinent," said the lady,
coloring up, and, for the first time in her
petted life feeling the want of dollar.
Mrs. Clarence Fitzgerald was the next
person announced-lady of the utmost style,
whose acquaintance Mrs. Wharton had just
succeeded in making
ou will stare at my being out In this
storm, my dear, said she, floating grace
fully into the apartment "but | am raising
dollar subscription for a poor musician
who has just broken his arm. Ofcourse
m ay depend on you?''
Mrs. Wharton colored: Il will send it
round in the morning"
That won't do, said Mrs Fitzcer;lld,
struggling her shoulders. Il am derter-
mined to settle the business to-day"
Il am very sorry, said our mortified be-
roine, but have not dollar.
Mrs. Fitzgerald bowed coldly-evidently
she did not believe the protestation-and
Mrs. Wharton saw her enter her coupe and
drive away, with the comfortable conscious
ness that she would be invited to no more of
Mrs. Clarence Fitzgerald s delightfully."- ex-
elusive parties
Mrs Wharton, said the cook, ''there'
a boy at the door from the fruteries-he
has an illagant pineapple Mrs. Pepper sent
roun'.
sit will be the very thing [ want for des-
it p
"A dollar ma am"
Once more the everlasting dollar! Mrs.
Wharton bit her lip with vexation.
Tell him to leave it, Bridget and L II call
and settle tomorrow.
He says. ma am, Mrs. Dalton wants it,
if We don't happen to have the money han
dy. Pine apples doesn't go beggin' this
season of the year.
Let Mrs. Dalton have it, then; 1 will
never buy an other article of Pepper.
Mrs. Wharton was considerably annoyed:
TO think dollar should be such useful
thingl" she muttered to herself, taking up
her portfolio.
A half finished letter lay there-one to her
sister, who was the wife of clergyman out
West, with flock of little children aroud
her. The last words she had written were Il
send you dollar to buy doll for the baby,
my little namesake.
How porvoking !" she exclaimed, Il
can't even finish the letter, for lack of the
everlasting dollar ~
She leaned back in the velvet cushion of
her chair, and, drowsily watching the blaze
and listening to the patter of the rain a
gainst the window, fell fast asleep.
Il. T.. L. hN>f oT
Charon, gliding cross the river Styx and
as the bark touched the shores of the othe"
world, the ghastly toll-gatherer extended
his hand, 'relentlessly: Your fare, if you
please: ma am.
Mrs. Wharton had her fare ready-she
handed it up, eager to pass throug h. the
Gates where 81 could see the musical wave
of palm trees. anil the sparkle OF glittering
tides that flowed beneath their shadow
Short, by dollar, ma am--short by
the single dollar that you cheated the poor
seamstress out of. You cannot enter -
Mrs. Wharton drew hundred dollar bill
out. The grim Cerberus shook his head
IF you had ten thousand, it wouldn't do
Nothing will serve our purpose but that
one dollar ~
Charou turned the boat briskly round
Mrs. Wharton was just opening her lips to
utteT & VIII cry OF anguish pleauIuS
she woke up!
Il have been dreaming" said Mrs
Wharton, looking round the coy room
'but dear Inc, what frightful dream it was.
That one dollar Will the recording angel
really set it down against me, in the latter
day accounts Z"
She shuddered !; somehow the dollar had
assumed preternaturally large dimensions!
Charles Charles - How welcome was
the footsteps of her husband, upon the
stairs.
well, what is it p
Have you dollar ?"
Half a dozen of EN-, if you want.
But | only want one-one dollar bill.
He gave it to her-she rang the bell.
HJohn want you to put on your India
rubber cloak and take this bill round to
Mrs Leggett Tell her it is what owe
her -
John departed, and Mrs. Wharton breath
ed more easily.
Perhaps they will let me into the Gates,
now !" she said, dreamingly.
'My dear, what do you meanf Z deman-
ded her astonshed husband.
And Mrs Wharton told him the story OF
her day S adventures, and the dream that
had closed them
HELEN, said her husband, grayeiy,
''let this be lesson to you never to neglect
the Just dues of the poor. A dollar is not
much, to us-to them, it may be the last
frail bulwark between them and starvation"
But there was no danger of Mrs. Whar
toms forgetting the lesson she had received.
A Senator to take the place of Mr.. Buck