Wyoming democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Wyoming Co., Pa.) 1867-1940, 1868-01-22
ONLY A DOLLAR.

"She sews very nicely" said Mrs. Whar-
ton, "really, very nicely, indeed. And il
you have any work you wish done we'll
and cheapIy, I would advise you to employ
her."
Mrs. Wharton was sitting before the
bright fire of anthracite coal, in her Grim
son silk morning wrapper. with her glossy
hair smooth as satin, and her pretty hands
loaded with rich rings, lying in her lap -
She felt that she was doing charitable
deed in emplo ying this poor and deserving
soldiers widow, and still greater one in
recommending her to her friends. =
1t Is so easy to be good christian, un-
der some circumstances
swell, shall certainly send for her, v
said Mrs Marvin. "What did you tell
me her name and address was ?"
"Oh, she is called Mrs. Leggett, and
she lives in one of those horrid musty ten
ement houses, No, street, the back room
in the third story"
Mrs Marvin entered the details in her
little pearl bound tablets, and took ber
leave, internally convinced that Mrs. Whar
ton was "good Samaritan" of the very
highest class.
Meanwhile, the latter lady was gazing
dreamily into the fire, and wondering what
toilets would be most appropriate for the
morrow evenings soiree.
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's my Marie Lnise blue silk, if the
skirt was only gored little more. The
lemon colored brocade is not becoming to
me. I'm sorry | bought it. And the
white grenadine not worn at Mrs. Armyn's.
My wine colored silk, with the ruby set,
would loook we'll, if the odious Fanny
Palmer hadn't got one just like it. And
purple velvet don't light up we'll at night.
Oh, dear! l really think | must have
something new. A rose colored tissue,
perhaps, or a white India muslin. My
wardrobe is getting dreadfully behind
hand Dear me who's that1 How you
startled me, Mrs. LeggettT
81 beg your pardon ma'am, am sure, "
said the slender, meek-looking little seam
stress, rustling softly forward, in her gar
ments of shabby, well worn black but |
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
well sit down. Good gracious, how wet
you are-positively dripping! +
"Yes, ms'am; it iains very hard, and /
have no umbrella
mo umbrella? Dear me, how shock
ing! Well, did you bring home those
things S'
"Yes, ma'am; here they are."
And the seamstress produced a neat
packet from beneath her shawl.
81 hope to goodness you didn't get them
wet? No; they seem tUlerably dry
What is the bill ?"
"Six dollars, ma am
"Six dollars Isn't that high, Mrs Leg
gett !? said Mrs. Wharton, discontrntedly.
Il worked eleven days faithfully on
them, ma am.
"Wel, suppose / must pay what you
ask?" said Mrs. Wharton, opening her
purse, and slowly examining its apartments.
." Dear me! have only five dollar bill.
suppose you couldn't change twenty 2"
Mrs. Leggett smiled bitterly:
"No, lam, | could not"
"Well, then, we'll call it five dollars,
won't We? A dollar isn't much any way,
aud 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."
"Iknow it ma'am, and | am very much
obliged to you for all your kindness"
"And | should be sorry to have so tri-
fling a thing as dollar part US, now"
Mrs. Leggett was silent she did not
know what to say.
"Call it five dollars" said Mrs. Whar-
ton, tossing the bill into the lap of the sol
dier's widow a dollar don't signify much
and recommended nay friend, Mrs. MAJ.
vim, to employ you only this morning"
"Thank you, madam" said the poor
woman, family; as she took the money,
1etllDB iuNdiuly tnaI SHc Hdu occH uO-
frauded, yet perfectly aware that she had
no means of redress.
And she once more went forth into the
rain and tempest of the dismal November
morning"
"Ma'am. if You please" said Mary, the
waitress, here's the newspaper boy-he
says master told him you would pay the
bill this week.
"How much is it, Marys
GA dollar, ma'am."
"How provoking, l haven't dollar in
the house"
"He says he has orders not to leave the
house until it is paid"
"He is very impertinent," said the la
day, coloring up, and, for the first time in
her petted lite, feeling the want of dollar.
Mrs. Clarence Fitzgerald 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 ont in this
storm, my DEAR" floating gracefully into
the apartment, "but am raising dollar
subscription for poor musician who has
lust broken his arm. OF course may de-