Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1871-04-28
ONLY A DOLLAR.

"She sews very nicely" said Mrs. Whar-
ton, really, very nice, indeed. And il
you have any work you wish to be done
well and very cheaply, 1 would advise
you to employ her"
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 charitable deed in employing
this poor soldiers widow and a still
greater one in recommending her to her
friends.
1t is so easy to be a good Christian un-
der such circumstances.
Well, shall certainly send for her."
said Mrs. Marvin "what did you tell me
her name and address were?'
"Oh, she is called Mrs. Leggett, and she
lives in one of those horrid musty tene-
ment 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 Whar-
ton was a good Samaritan" of the very
highest class.
Meanwhile the latter was gazing dream
lily into the fire, wondering what toilette
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 already. And there is
my Marie Louise blue silk, if the skirt was
only gored little more. The lemon col
ored buckle is not becoming to me. I'm
sorry bought it. And the white grena-
dine not worn at Mr.. Armyts. 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! really think must get some
thing new. A rose colored tissue, per-
haps, or white India muslin. My ward
robe is getting dreadfully behind Dear
me, who's that? How you startled me,
Mrs. Leggett"
beg your pardon, ma'am, l am sure"
said the slender, meek-looking little seam
stress, rustling gently forward in her gar.
ment of shabby, well-worn black "but
Knocked several times and you did not
answer"
Then you should knock louder next
time, said the irritable fine lady; chow
ever, now you are h3re, you may as well
sit down. Good gracious! how wet you
are-pOsitively dripping"
Yes, ma'am, it rains very hard, and
have no umbrella"
No umbrella dear me, how shocking.
Well, did you bring home those things ?"
" Yes, ma'am, here they are"
And the seamstress produced a neat
packet from beneath her shawl.
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?" in
quired Mrs. Wharton, discontentedly.
II wor ked eleven days, faithfully, on
them, maam."
Well, l suppose must pay what you
ask" said Mrs. Wharton, opening her
purse, and slowly examining its compart,
ments: Dear me, have only five-dol-
lar bill; suppose you could not change
twenty?"
Mrs. Leggett smiled bitterly"
No, mann, could not"
well, then, we will call it five dollars,
won't We? A dollar isn't much either way,
and the five is all I've got"
~ dollar is great deal to me, Mrs
Wharton"
The lady's smooth brow contracted. "I
have given you great deal of work, Mrs
Leggett."
81 know it, ma'am, and I am very
much obliged to you for all your kind
ness"
And should be sorry to have so tri-
fling 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
soldiers widow. "a dollar don't signify,
and then | recommended my friend, Mrs.
Marvin, to employ you, this morning"
Thank you, ma'am," said the poor
woman, family, as she took the money,
feeling inwardly that she had been de-
frauded, and perfectly aware that she had
no means of redress
Ma'am, if you please" said Mary,
waitress, "here is the newspaper boy; he
says master told him you would pay the
bill this week"
How much is it, MaryG"
"A dollar, ma'am."
How provoking. 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 lady,
coloring up, and for the first time in her
petted life feeling the want of dollar
Mrs. Clarence Fitz Gerald was the next
person announced-a lady of the utmost
style, whose acquaintance Mrs. Wharton
"You stare at my being out in this
storm, my dear, but / am raising a dollar
subscription for poor musician who has
just broken his arm. OF course l may de-
pend on YOU"
Mrs Wharton colored. "I will send il
around in the morning"
"That won't do" said Mrs Fitz Gerald
Struggling her shoulders;"I am deter.
mined TO settle the business today"
II am very sorry" said our mortified
heroine, but have not single dollar in
the house."
Mrs. Fitz Gerald bowed coldly; evident
ly she did not believe the protestation
and Mrs. Wharton saw her enter her coupe
and drive away, with the comfortable con
sciousness that she would be invited tC
no more of Mrs. Clarence Fitz Gerald's
delightful exclusive parties.
MRS. Wharton" said the cook, there
is a boy at the door from the fruiteries hi
has an elegant pineapple that Mrs Pep
per sent round"
"It will be just the very thing / wan
for dessert" said Mrs. Wharton; show
much is itY"
A dollar, ma'am."
"Once more the everlasting dollar I
Mrs. Wharton bit her lip with vexation.
"Tell him to leave It, Bridget, and
will call and settle with him for 1t to-mor
row."
"He says, ma'am, Mrs. Dalton wants
IL YOU don't happen to have the none