The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1868-02-07
ONLY A DOLLAR.

''She sews very nicely" said Mr..
Wharton: Greatly, very nice indeed.
And if you have any work you wish
done well and cheaply, l would advise
you to employ her."
Mrs. 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 rich
rings, lying in her lap. She felt that
she was doing charitable deed in
employing this poor and deserving
soldiers widow, and a still greater
one in recommending her friends.
1t is so easy to be a good Christian,
under some circumstances!
"WelI, shall certainly ysend for her, }"
said Mrs. Marvin. "What did you
tell me her name aud address was?"
"Oh, she is called Mrs. Leggett, and
lives in one of these hOrrid muSty
tenement house, No., street, the
back room in the third story"
Mrs. Marvin entered the details in
little pearl, bound tablets, and took her
leave, internally convinced that Mrs.
Wharton was "good Samaritan" of
the very highest class.
Meanwhile the latter lady was gaz-
ing dreamily into the fire, and wonder
ing what toilets would be most apprO-
pirate for the morrow evenings soiree.
"There's my pea green satin," mus
ed 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 Louise
blue silk, if this skirt was only gored
a little more. The lemon-colored
brocade is not becoming to me. Pm
sorry l bought it. And the white
grenadine not worn at Mrs. Armyn's.
My wine-colored silk, with the ruby
set, would look well, if the odious
Fanny Palmer hadn't got one just like
it. And purple velvet don't light up
well at night. Oh, dear! Ireally think
l must have something new. A rose
colored tissue, perhaps, or a white
India muslin. Ny wardrobe is get
ting dreadfully behind hand. Dear
me! who's that? How you startled
me, Mrs. Leggettn'
II beg your pardon, ma'am, l am
sure" said the slender, meek-lOOking
little seamstreSs, rustlnig softly for
ward, in her garments of shabby, we'll
worn black; "but knocked twice, and
you did not answer"
"Then you should knock louder, next
time" said the irritable, fine lady
However, now that you are here
you may as well sit down. Good
gracious, how wet you are-positively
dripping!"
Yes, ma'am it raining very hard
and have no umbrella"
"No umbrella? Dear me, how
shocking! Well, did you bring home
those things?"
Eyes, ma'am: here they are"
And the seamstreSs produced a neat
packet from beneath her shawl.
II hope to goodness you didn't gel
them wet? No: they seem tolerably
dry. What is the bill?"
"SiX dollars, ma'am."
"Six dollars! Isn't that high, Mrs
Leggett ?" said Mrs. Wharton, disc0n-
tentedly.
81 worked eleven days faithfully on
them, ma'am."
"Well, Isuppose / must pay what
you ask ?' said Mrs. Wharton, open
ing her purse, and slowly examining
its compartments. Dear me! have
only five dollar bill. l suppose you
could not change twenty?"
Mrs. Leggett smiled bitterly:
mo ma'am, | could not"
"Well, then, Well call it five dollars
won't we? 4 dollar isn't much either
way, and the five is all I've got"
ga dollar is graf deal to me, Mrs
Wharton"
The lady's smooth brow contracted
81 have given you great deal of work
Mrs. Leggett."
81 know it, ma'am, and | am very
much obliged to you for your kind
ness"
'And / should be sorry to have 81
trifing a thing as dollar part III
| now"
Mrs. Leggett was silent; she did no
know what to say.
"Call it five dollars" said Mrs
Wharton, tossing the bill into the lal
of the soldiers widow; "a dollar dom
signify, and recommended my frient
Mrs. Marvin, to employ you only thi
morning"
"Thank you madam" said the poo
woman, family, as she took the money