Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1871-04-27
ONLY A DOLLAR.

1 yOu nave any WOih yOu WISH W UC uOuC
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 still
| greater one in recommending her to her
| friends.
| 1t is SO easy to be good Christian un-
der such circumstances.
Well, l shall certainly send for her."
said Mrs. Marvin; "what did you tell me
her name and address were? 2"
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 ''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," mused
Mrs. Wharton, checking off the various
lut UP VI uST Willie lluSeTS,
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.. 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 hight
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. Leggettr
beg your pardon, ma'am, 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 here, you may as well
| sit down. Good gracious! how wet you
are-positively drippingp
Yes, ma am, it rains very hard, and I
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 neat
packet from beneath her shawl
Il 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, discontentedIy
Il worked eleven days, faithfully, on
them, ma 'am.'
Well, l suppose I must pay what you
ask" said Mrs. Wharton, opening her
purse, and slowly examining its compart-
ments. Dear me, / have only a fve-dol-
lar bill; | suppose you could not change
| twenty?"
Mrs Leggett smiled bitterly"
No, mann, l could not"
swell, 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"
CA dollar is a great deal to me, Mrs
Wharton"
The lady's smooth brow contracted. al
have given you great deal of work, Mrs.
Leggett."
Il know it, ma'am, and I am very
much obliged to you for all your kind
ness.'
"And I 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 1 recommended my friend, Mrs
Marvin, to employ you, this morning"
Thank you, maam," said the. poor
woman, family, as she took the money,
feeling inwardly that she had been de-
| 1al md hat l. i
10 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, Mary?"
"a dollar, ma'am."
Chow provoking. I 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
pettedli 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
had just succeeded in making.
"You stare at my being out in this
storm, my dear, but I am raising dollar
| SuOSCiIpdlOh lOl d pun uuuolSldH viz udS
just broken his arm. Of course may de-
pend on you"
Mrs. Wharton colored. II will send it
around in the morning"
"That won't do said Mrs. Fitz Gerald,
struggling her shoulders; am deter
mined to settle the business to- day"
"I 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 boy at the door from the fruiteries; he
has an elegant pineapple that Mrs. Pep
per sent round"
1T will be just the very thing | wan
for dessert" said Mrs. Wharton; how
much is it?
"a dollar. ma'am."
"Once more the everlasting dollar 7
Mrs Wharton bit her lip with vexation.
"Tell him to leave it. Bridget, and
F will call and settle with him for it to-mor
row."
"He says, ma'am, Mrs. Dalton wants i
if you don't happen to have the none,
handy. Pine-apples doesn't go begin thi
season of the year"
, "Let Mrs. Dalton have it, then; II
) never buy another article OF Mrs. Pep
per-"
Mrs. Wharton was now considerably an
, noyed.
q ITO think dollar should be such
I useful thing" she muttered to herself, tax
ing up her portfolio.
: A half-fnished letter lay there-one t
her sister, who was the wife of clergy
! man out West, with flock of little Chi
+ dren around her. The last words she ha
r written were, 81 send you dollar to bu
. doll for the baby, my little name-sake.
: How provoking" she exclaimed, 81
!. can't even finish my letter for lack of tn
. everlasting dollar"
J She leaned back in the velvet cushion
. 9 of her chair, drowsily watching the blaz,
| 4I,. &c I.