Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1868-05-27
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ONLY A DOLLAR.

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"She scws very nicely" said Mrs. Whar-
ton; really very nicely indeed And if
you have any work You wish done well and
cheapy, I would advise you TO employ her"
Mr.. Wharton was sitting before the bright
fire OF anthracite coal in her crimson silk
morning wrapper with her glossy hair smooth
as satin, and her pretty hands loaded with
rine, lying in her lap. She felt that she was
doing % charitable decd in employing this poor
deserving soldier, widow. aud a still greater
one iu recommending her 20 her friends,
It is So easy to be good Christian under
some circumstances
Well, ! shall certainly send for her." said
Mrs Marvin What did you tell me her
name aud address wcreY
"Oh. she il called Mr. Leggctt. and She
lives 10 one of those horrid musty tenement
houses. No -. street. the back room
u the third story"
Mrs Marvin entered the details in her lit
tie pearl-bound tablets and took her leave,
internally convinced that Mrs Wharton was
a good Samaritan" of the very highest
class.
Meanwhile the latter was gazing dreamily
into the fire. wondering what toilet would be
most appropriate for the morrow evenings
soiree
There's my pea-green satin unused Mrs
Wharton. checking of the various garments
on the tips Of her white fingers ''but I've
worn it there already Aud there my Marie
Louise blue silk, if the skirt was only gored
a little more. The lemon colored hrocade Is
not becoming to me. | am sorry bought
IT, And the white grenadine not worn at
Mrs Armyus My wine-colored silk, with
the ruby set, would look well if the odious
Fanny Palmer had not got one just like il.
And purple velvet don't light up well al nj ght
Oh. dear | really think | must have some
thing new 4 rose-colored tissue, perhaps,
or a white India muslin. My wardrobe is
getting drcadiully behind hand Dear me :
who's that2 How you startled me, Mrs.
Leggett!'
beg your pardon ma'am, ! am sure, =,
said the slender meek-looking little seamstress,
rustling softly forward, in her garment of
shabby, well-worn black but | Knocked twiee
and YOU did not answer"
Then you should knock louder, next
time" said the irritable fine lady. Howey-
er now that you are here, you may as we'll
sit down. Good gracious how wet you are
positively dipping"
/ Yes, ma'am; it rains very hard, and |
/ have no umbrella
I No umbrella2 Dear me, how shocking
I Well, did you bring home those things"
Yes, ma am here they are"
And the seamstress produced neat pack
age from beneath her shawl.
I hope to goodness they are not wet
No; they seem tolerably dry. What is the
Ibillq"
Six dollars, ma'am"
Six dollars! Isn't that high, Mrs. Leg
gstif' said Mrs. Wharton, opening her purse
and slowly examining its apartments Dear
me | have only five dollar bill. suppose
you could not change twenty"
Mrs Leggett smiled bitterly. No, ma am,
| could not
Well, then, we will call it five dollars,
won't we2 A dollar isn't much either way,
and the five is all I've got"
a dollar is great deal to me, Mrs.
/ Wharton"
The lady's smooth brow contracted. 81
have given you great deal of work, Mrs.
Leggett."
know it, ma'am, and am very much
obliged to you for all your kindness"
And | should be very sorry to have so
trihing thing as dollar to part us now
Mrs Leggett was silent; she did not know
what to say
"Call it five dollars" said Mrs Wharton
tossing the bill into the lap of the soldier.
widow "A dollar don't signify, and then
recommended my friend Mrs, Marvin to en-.
ploy you this morning"
Thank you, ma am said the poor woman
family, as she took the money, feeling in.
wardly that she had been deirauded, yet per.
lectly aware that she had no means of redress.
"Ma'am, if you please said Mary, the
waitress, here is the newspaper boy-hC
says master told him you would pay the bill
this week"
"iow much is it, Nary"
"a dollar, ma'am."
How provoking, haven't dollar in the
house."
Z" He says he has orders not to leave the
house until it was paid"
I" He is very impertinent," said the lady
cooring up, and for the first time in her
petted life, feeling the want of dollar
Mrs. Clarence Fitzgerald was the next per.
son announced-a lady of the utmost style
whose acquaintance Mrs, Wharton had just
succeeded in making.
you will stare at my being out in thi'
storm, my dear" floating gracefully into the
apartment, "bus | am raising a dollar sub
scription for poor musician who has just
broken his arm. OF course may depend Oh
your
/, Mrs. Wharton colored 81 will send il
round in the morning"
"That won't do" said Mrs Fitzgerald
Struggling her shoulders. &" am determined
to settle the business to-day"
81 am sorry" said our mortified heroine
"but have not dollar in the house"
Mrs Eitzoerald bowed eoldly--eyidentl,