The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1868-05-14
Only a Dollar.


tons ''really very nicely indeed And if
you have any work you wish done we'll and
cheaply, could advise you to employ
her"
/ Mrs Wharton was sitting before the
bright fire Of anthracite coal, in her Grim
son silk morning wrapper, aud her glossy
hair smooth as satin, aud her pretty hands
loaded with rings, lying on her lap. She
felt that she was doing a charitable deed in
employing this poor deserving soldiers wild :
ow aud a still greater one in recommending
her to her friends.
1t is SO easy to be good Christian under
some circumstances
swell, l shall certainly send for her, ="
said Mrs Marvin. "What did you tell me
her name and address were?''
son, she is called Mrs. Leggett, and she
lives in one Of those horrid musty tenement
houses, No -, street, the back room
in the third story"
Mrs Marvin entered the details in her
little pearl bound tablets, and took her leave
internally convinced that Mrs. Wharton
wac good Samaritan. of the very high
est class.
Meanwhile the latter was gazing dream
ily into the fire, wondering what toilet
would be most appropriate for the morrow
evenings soirae
''There's my pea green SATIN, unused Mrs
Wharton Checking off the various garments
on the tips of her white fingers ''but I've
worn it there already. And there is my
Marie Louise blue silk, if the skirt was on
ly gored little more. The lemon colored
brocade is not becoming to me. I'm sorry
bought it. Aud the white grenadine not
worn at Mrs. Armyn's. My wine colored
silk, with ruby set, would look we'll if the
odious Fanny Palmer had not got one just
like it. And purple velvet don't light up
we'll at-night. Oh, dear really think
must have some thing new A rose colored
tissue, perhaps, or white Indian muslin.
My wardrobe is getting dreadfulIy behind
hand. Dear me! who's that? Hoy you
startled me, Mrs. Leggett !"
81 beg your pardon, ma am, am sure"
said the slender, meek ooking little seam
stress, rustIing softly forward, in her gar
ment of shabby, we'll worn black ''but l.
knocked twice and you did not answer
:; Then you should knock louder, next
time, ''said the irritable fine lady 'How-
ever, now that you are here, you may as
we'll sit down.-Goo gracious how wet
you are-potitively dripping!"
''Yes, ma am; it rains very hard, and |
have no umbrella"
mo umbrella? Dear me, how shocking!
WE'LL did you bring home those things?"
Eyes, ma'am; here they are.''
And the seamstress produced neat
package from beneath her shawl
81 hope to goodness they are not wet!-
No; they seem tolerably dry. What is the
bill?"
"Six dollars, ma am"
"Six dollars! Isn't that high, Mrs Leg
gett?" said Mrs. Wharton, opening her
purse, ane slowly examining its compart-
ments Dear me! have only five dol
lar bill. suppose you could not change a
twenty
Mrs Leggett smiled bitterly. 'No, ma'am
| could not
"Wel, then, we will call it five, won't
we? A dollar isn't much either way, and
five is all I've got"
ga dollar is great deal to me, Mrs.
Wharton"
The lady's smooth brow contracted. 81
have given you great deal of work, Mrs.
Leggett. "
Il know it, ma am, and am very much
''And | should be very sorry to have 30
triding 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 soldiers
widow. "a dollar don't signify, and then
recommended my friend Mrs. Marvin to en-
ploy you this morning"
''Thank you, ma'an," said the poor wo
man, family, as she took the money, feel
ing inwardly that she had been defrauded,
yet perfectly aware that she had no means
of redress.
''Ma'am. if you please" said Mary, the
waitress, "here is the newspaper boy-he
says master told him you would pay the
bill this week.
How much is it, Mary?'
"a dollar, a'am."
Glow provoking, / haven't dollarin the
house"
''He says he has orders not to leave the
house until it is PAID
"He is very impertinent," said the lady,
coloring up, and for the first time in her
life, feeling the want of dollar.
Mrs. Clarence Fitzerald was the next
person announced-a lady of the utmost
style, whose acquaintance Mrs. Wharton
had just succeeded in making.
"You will stare at my being out in this
storm, my dear" floating gracefully into
the apartment, ''but I'm raising dollar
subscription for poor musician who just
broke his arm. OF course may depend on
you"
Mrs. Wharton colored. Il will send it
round in the morning"
THAT won't do,' said Mrs. Fitzerald,