The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1869-09-02

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the bundle of shirts under her arm.
She walked up to the counter and
laid them down.
"What have you got there?" de-
manded pert young clerk.
"Some work, sir" said Miss Ver-
non very humbly.
"Well, why don't you open the
bundle 2" said the young man, pick
ing his teeth with his knife.
Miss Vernon did so.
The young man deigned to tumble
oven the shirts, and sneeringly CLAN
ced at them.
Shocking! shockingl' he said.
"Whats the matter, STRIP
"They're wretchedly sewed. That's
what's the matter. How do you ex-
pect we are going to sell such shirts
as these?"s J 8
81 am sure thought they were
well DONE" said Miss Vernon.
"You thought, did your" repeated
the clerk, mocking her. "Well,
think differently, and that's all about
it. We shan't pay you for these shirts.
They will have to be sold at loss.
But what shall I do ?" asked Miss
Vernon, in seeming distress.
"That's your business, not mine
We will try you once more, and give
you another half dozen shirts. If
they are done better, you will be paid
| for the amount of your work.
"These are done WELL" said Miss
Vernon, savagely snatching the bun
die from the counter, and 1 will
show them to your employer"
To the indignation of the clerk, who
was not used to such independence in
the poor women who worked for the
| establishment, Miss Vernon took the
shirts to another part of the counter
where she saw William Winsor him
self. I1'} I5if
"Mr. Winsor," she said, "your
4 clerk viii not pay me for these shirts.
He says they are not well done."
Mr.. Winsor took one up and pre-
tended to examine it. t 81
"No, it is poorly done. We can't
pay you for these, but you may have
another bundle, and, if they are salts
factory, you will then be paid"
didn't 1 tell you so?" said the
clerk triunphantly. "Now, young
woman, how much did you make by
that operation ?"
Z" More than you think, perhaps,
said Miss Vernon, quietly. -ZI
| "Do you want any more work ?"
2" No I don't wish any more" sht
answered boldly.
"Oh! you are on your high horse
are you? Well, you may be glad tt
get work some day when you can
have it."
That evening was the one. whicl
William Winsor usually spent will
his betrothed. When he was intro
duced he went forward warmly, a
usual to greet Miss Vernon.
She drew back coldly, and did no
offer her hand to grasp his.
"What is the matter, Margaret" h
asked, surprised and startled. "Wha
have Idone to entitle me to such re
ception?
"My hand has taken yours for tn
last time, Mr.. Winsor, said Miss Ver
:, non Indignantly. - -
"Good Heavens! what is the mean
ing of all this? Margaret, explai
yourself. cannot understand it?"
, az cannot take the hand of one VIII
grows rich by defrauding poor womeI
out of their scanty earning"
"Who says this of me? Some on
has been slandering me. Confron
me with accusers. There is some mis-
take here"
"I will do as you desire. Wa
just five minutes"
! Miss Vernon left the room but 500
l re-entered in her disguise.
The young man strobe up to tn
S woman angrily.
: "Are you the one who has slandel
ed me to Miss Vermont" he demant
ed!<3 @5ls
8 "I told her the truth"
/; The young man reflected. Violel
: contradiction, he saw would not ava
e him; he would try another course.
It "Hark ye young woman," he sai'
t in q low voice. "There was mi
: take. I will make up richly. I wi
e give you ten dollars OH the spot, an
d all the work you want at double rate
a if you will tell Miss Vernon it was
e mistake"
a "Too late, Mr.. Winsor," said IL
d yelled figure, throwing up her We
: and showing the contemptuous face
Margaret Vernon. Your bribe is c
fered in vain. Good evening, SIR"
' Confounded and astonished, w
liam Wlnsor found his way to Il
le door, and has never ventured to ent
the house of his heiress since. /
was paid for his meanness in his ov
coin.
Il A COUNTRY girl rode into the ci
to do some shoppil and after ma
to ing what purchases she needed, w
if asked by clerk, in the customary fo
id mula, off there was anything else
T. could do for herr" Her reply W
II. calculated to amaze him little:
or "Oh, no, sir; unless you will
kind enough TO 20 out and milk t
to old mare, for 1 rode her from hoI
without the COLT
III A YOUNG woman in Chicago i