The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1871-06-29
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Mrs. Wharton was sitting before
the fire in her crimson silk morning
wrapper, with her glossy hair as
smooth as satin, and her pretty
hands loaded with rich rings, lying
in her lap. She felt that she was
doing a charitable deed in employ
ing this poor soldiers widow, and
a still greater one in recommending
her to her friends.
It is easy to be a COED Christian
under such circumstances.
! "Well, I shall certainly send for
her." said Mrs Marvin; "what did
you tell me her name and address
were?"
ooh, 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 tablet, and
took her leave, internally convinced
that Mrs. Wharton was a "goOd
Samaritan" of the very highest
class.
Meanwhile the latter was gaz-
ing dreamiIy into the fire, wonder
ing what toilette would be most ap-
propriate 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 Tve worn
it already. And there is my Marie
Louise blue silk, if the skirt was on
| Iy gored a little more. The lemon
colored buckle is not becoming to
me. I'm sorry I bought it. And
the white grenadiRe not worn at Mr..
Armyt's. My wine colored silk
with the ruby set would look very
well if the odious Fanny Palmer
hadn't got one just like it. And
purple velvet don't light up very
well at night. Oh, dear! I really
think must get something new.
A rose colored tissue, perhaps, or a
white India muslin. My wardrobe
is getting dreadfully behind. Dear
me, who's that? How you startled
me, Mrs. Leggett!"
81 beg your pardon, ma'am, 1 am
sure" said the slender, meek-loOk-
ing little seamstress, rustling gently
forward in her garment of shabby,
well-worn black; "but I knocked
several times and you did not an
swer."
"Then you should knock louder
next time" said the irritable fine
lady; "however, now you are here
you may as well sit down. Good
gracious how wet you are-posit-
lively dripping ~
ayes, ma'am, it rains very hard,
and 1 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
81 hope to goodness they are not
wet. No, they seem tolerably dry,
What is the bill ?''
"Six dollars, ma'am."
nSix dollars! isn't that high ?'' in.
quired Mrs. Wharton, discontentedIy
"I worked eleven days faithfully
on them ma'am."
"Well, I suppose 1 must pay
what you ask" said Mrs. Wharton
opening her purse and slowly exam
lining its compartments. "Dear me
I have only a five dollar bill
suppose you could not change 8
twenty"
Mrs. Leggett smiled bitterly.
''No, ma'am, could not"
"Well, then, we will call it five
dollars, won't we? A dollar ISM
much either way, and this five is al
I've got"
ga dollar is a great deal to me
| Mrs. Wharton"
The Iady's smooth brow contracted
81 have given you great deal o
work, Mrs. Leggett."
) 81 know it, ma'am, and lam yer!
much obliged to you for all you
kindness"
t ."And I should be sorry to havl
so trifing a thing as a dollar part u
now"
Mrs. Leggett was silent she dic
, not know what to say.
t "CalI it five dollars" said Mrs
/ Wharton, tossing the bill into tn
? lap of the soldiers widow. ga dol
+ lar don't signify, and then I recon
mended my friend, Mrs. Marvin, t.
employ you this morning"
"Thank you, ma'am," said tn
0 poor woman, family, as she took tn
E money, feeling inwardly that sh
? had been defrauded, yet perfectl
! aware that she had no means ofre
dress.
"Ma'am, if you please" said Ma
4 ry, the waitress, "here is the news
paper boy, he says his master tol
4 him you would pay the bill tht
q week"
Chow much is it, Mary ?"
+ GA dollar, ma'am."
Y Chow provoking I haven't a do
lar in the house."
! "He says he has orders not