The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1868-05-14
KENOSHA WISCONSIN, THURSDAY, MAY H. 1868.
81 am sorry" said our mortified heroine

| 81 am sorry" said our mortified heroine
shut have not dollar in the house,
Mrs Fitzerald bowed coldly- evidently
she did not believe the protestation-and
Mrs. Wharton saw her enter;her coupe and
drive away, with the comfortable concious-
ness that she would be invited to no more
of Mrs. Clarence FitzeralS's delightfully."- ex-
elusive parties.
Mrs. Wharton" said the cook. ''there
is boy at the door from the fruiteries-
has an elegant pine apple Mrs. Pepper sent
round"
ut will be the very thug want for
DESSERT" said Mrs. Wharton; chow much is
it?"
ga dollar ma'am."
Once more the everlastingl Mrs. Whar-
ton bit her lip with vexation.
''Tell him to leave it, Bridget, and will
call and settle it tomorrow"
''He says, ma'am, that Mrs. Dalton
wants it, if ye don't happen to have the
money handy. Pine apples doesn't &c
beggin' this season of the year."
E.Let Mrs Dalton have it. then III
never buy another article of Pepper"
Mrs. Wharton was considerably annoyed
''To think dollar should be such a
useful thing p she muttered to herself,
taking up her portfolio.
A half finished letter lay there-one
written to her sister, who was the wife of
clergyman out West, with flock of lit.
she had writer were, 81 send you dollar
to buy doll for the baby-my little name
sake"
GLOW provoking !" she exclaimed 81
can't even finish this letter for the 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
against the window, fell fast asleep.
Where was she In the spoctre- boat OF
Charon, gliding over the river Styx-and,
as the bark touched the shores of the other
void the CHASTITY 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 through the
Gates where she could see the musical wave
of palm trees and the sparkle of glittering
tides that flowed beneath the shadow.
'Short by dollar, ma'am-short by the
Slu&i0 QOidi yOu CucdLCu blo pOOE bOatIlbTono
out Of You cannot enter!"
Mrs. Wharton drew hundred dollar bill |
out. The grim Cerberus shook his head
eff you had ten thousand it wouldn't do.
Nothing will serve our purpose but that
one dollar"
Charon turned the boat briskly round
Mrs. Wharton was opening her lips to utter
a wild cry of anguished pleading-she woke
up.
She shuddered somehow the dollar had
assumed preternaturally large Dimensions
Charles! Charles ~ how welcome were
the footsteps of her husband upon the
stairs.
swell, what is it?'
''Have you dollar?''
"Half dozen of 'em, if you want "
''But only want one-a one dollar bill >
He gave it to her-she rang the bell
'John, | want you to put on your India
rubber cloak and take this bill around to
Mrs Leggett tell her it is what owe her. "
John departed, and Mrs Wharton
breathed more easily.
Perhaps they will let me in the Gates
now, she said dreamily.
my dear, what do yon mean?" demand
ed her astonished husband
And Mrs. Wharton told him the story of
her days adventures, and the dream that
had closed them.
''Helen," said her husband gravely ''let
this be a lesson to never 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-
ton ever forgetting the lesson she had re-
ceived