The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1872-05-18

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visitors vhs are shsnisbly disposed,
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many necessary outlays fof money
IN tone a the houses shsfs ]
an scqusinted," persisted the I'D
clsrgymsn. there v quite = fund
raised BY friendly fines levied ny
different members ~ the family on
each others penny for gloves or
bat left lying around, e penny for
careless or u~ngrsmmatical eIpfes.
sion, aud % on-abd II Is a very use
fol ne we'll o. charitable institution"
81 dare say" said Mira Cssgrove
but In our family Il would scarcely
be worth while"
The old man smiled.
Ars you then 20 absolutely fault.
less 2"
"Oh, no | did not mean that"
Mrs. Caxgrove answered, s,mewhat
confused. "0nly-"
"You will allow me 10 leave the
mite chest !" said Mr.. Slater, smil-
ing M he placed II on the center Of
the table, just beneath a basket "
csmelias, tuberose and other hot
house plants, the cost Of which
might have filed il q dozen times
over. And Mrs. Csxglove was too
polite to object further.
"Such q nuisance" she said to
Mrs. J~synssford, Il at afternoon.
"As il ] wanted to turn collecting
agent for the missionary so,iety.
But Mr.. Slater is positively a child
in the ways of the world"
81 wish he'd get bis wife a new
silk Dress said Mrs. Jaynesford.
I'm tired Of seeing that old figured
poplin. Sarah had a new one last
Sunday"
New !" cried Mrs. Caxgrove,
elevating her nose s%cornfully f; "it's
nothing in the world but the CHINA
mon brown dyed black"
You don't say sol" cried Mrs,
J~aynesfvrd. add you know that
Ellen Black had an Indian shawl p
"My!" interrogated the lady Of
the house. "And her uncle failed
last week |"
"Some people fail very comforta-
ble," shifted Mrs. Jaynesford. "And
Helen Barr told me at the
artists reception last Thursday
She checked herself, as the dark
blue velvet curtain, which fell over
the bay window, was lifted, and her
friends husband sauntered forth.
81 did not know you were there,
%orisen," said Mrs. Csxgrove, col.
So title.
Jryly. An eluded he observed
chest, be held It wap the little mite
ards the visitor" smile tow.
al have no pennies" she 80,
glancing over the contents Of
Turkey morocco portemonnaie, an,
slightly tossing her head, ne she ros
to take leave.
The stingy creature!" said Ms
Caxgrove, when the door was farly
closed behind her. al don. be-
lieve any one ever knew tyrtilla
Jaynesford to give a cent u CHAIR
ty!"
See here, ILL.," sail her hus-
band, al only wish | lad a phono-
graphic report Of yor conversation
for the last hour"
Whyi"
Because you and your friend,
Mrs. Jaynesior5 were tearing the
rest Of the weld fearfully into tat
ters! What ioes the Bible say Of
the unruly nember?"
"Nonsease |" said Mrs. Caxgrove,
reddeniy. "Myrtilla is a great
gossip; but"
II beg pardon, Lii T; but you were
quite "a bad"
II don't believe itw
Let me make a bargain, my
dear" said Mr.. Caxgrove "I give
you q tclerably good allowance of
pin money per week, don't II"
Yes; but what on earth has
that do with it?"
"Just this: Every time your
tongue touches a reighbors's misdo.
iass, or yon speak disparagingly Of
any cue, you shall put a ten cent
piece into the mite chest"
II would just as soon do it as
sst," said Mrs. Caxgrove, excitedly.
Tim sure | never"
SIS it a bargain
Yes, Of course. If 1t was Myr~
tilla J~aynesford, now"
Mr.. Caxgrove held out the mite
,clsest. Lila bit her lip; but she
dropped in the little folded bit Of
paper.
Stephen, you are too bad! To
take me up SO"
"But | thought it was a bar
gain"
Mrs. Caxgrove swept Indignantly
across the room. Presently she
jerked the bell wire.
aSusan," she said to the girl who
answered the summons, "do take
L 4. $3.50