Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1872-05-04
NOVEL MISSION.
BY AMY EANDoLPH.

uoluAu2 Out lllG lANLAG AAAANC-NAcSts
from which the elegantly dressed
lady shrank. 1t will take but a tri-
fling space. on yonder marble-topped
table, and who knows the good II
will do?'
"Oh, yes, of course" said Mrs.
CaxgrOve; "but we have so few Wis
itors who are charitably disposed,
and in our own family there are so
many necessary outlays for money"
''In some of the houses where am
acquainted, persisted the old cler-
gyman, ''there is quite fund raised
by friendly sfines levied by differ
ent members of the family on each
other-apenny for gloves or hat left
living around, penny for careless or
ungrammatical expression, and so
on-and it is very useful as well as
charitable institution"
Il dare say said Mrs. Caxgrove;
but in our family it would scarcely
be worth while"
The old man smiled.
care you then so absolutely fault
less?"
.'Oh, no; / did not mean that, "
Mrs. Caxgrove answered, somewhat
confused. "Only-"
s'You will allow me to leave the
mite chest?" said Mr.. Slater, smil-
ing as he placed il on the centre of
the table, just beneath a basket OF
camelias, tuberOse and other hot
house plants, the cost of which
might have filled it a dozen times
over. And Mrs. Caxgrove was too
polite to object further.
"Such a nuisancev" she said TO
Mrs. JaynesfOrd, that afternoon.
Gas if L wanted to turn collecting
agent for the Missionary Society.
But Mr.. Salter is positively a child
i'm the ways of the world"
II wish he'd get his wife a new
silk dress" said Mns. Jaynesford.
"Tm tired OF seeing that old figured
poplin. Sarah had a new one last
Sunday"
"New," cried Mrs. Caxgrove, ele-
waiting her nose scOrnfully; lit is
nothing on the earth but the CHINA
mon brown dyed black"
"You don't say sop cried Mrs.
Jaynesforth. ''Did you know that
Ellen Black had an Indian shawl!'i
"Myp interrogsted the lady OF
the house. "And her uncle failed
last week."
"Some people fail very comforta-
BILE, shifted Mrs. JaynesfOrd. "And
Helea 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 heI
friends husband sauntered forth.
Il did not know you were there
Stephen" said Mrs. CaxgrOve, col
oring a little.
$50 l concluded" he observed
dryly. And taking up the little mite
chest, he held it with a smile to-
wards the visitor.
Il have no pennies" she said,
glancing over the contents of her
Turkey morocco pOrtemOnnaie, and
slightly tossing her head, as she
rose to take leave.
"The stingy creature!" said Mrs.
Caxgrove, when the door was fair
ly closed behind her. "I don't be-
lieve any one ever knew Myrtilla
Jaynesford to give a cent IN chari-
tyl"
"See here, Lin," said her husband,
81 only wish l had a Photographic
report of your conversation for the
last hOuFG"
""Wby?"
"Because you and your friend
Mrs. Jaynesford were tearing the
rest of the world fearfully into tat
ters! What does the Bible say
about the unruly memberf"
"Nonsense~ said Mrs. CaXgroYe,
reddening. 'Myrtilla is a great
gossip; but"
81 beg pardon, Lii; but you were
quite as bad"
81 don't believe it."
"Let me make a bargain, my dear,
said Mr.. Caxgrove; 81 give you a
tolerably good allowance OF pin
money per week. don't II"
"Yes; but what on earth has that
TO do with it?'
Just this: Every time your tongue
touches a neighbor's misdoings, or
you speak disparagingly of any one,
you shall put a ten cent peiece into
the mite chest"
II would Just as soon do it as not,
said Mrs. Caxgrove, excitedly. "rm
sure l never"
''Is it a bargain?"
"Yes, of course. If il was Mytil-
la JaynesfOrd, now"
Mr.. Caxgrove held out the mite
chest. Lila bit her lip; but she
dropped in the little folded bit oi
paper.
take me up SOL"
''But 1 thought it was a bar
gain"
Mrs. Caxgrove swept Indignantly
across the room. Presently she
ierked the bell wire.
Susan" she said to the girl who
answered the summons, "dO take
those sickening tube-roses away
Anybody might know when Mrs
Lawrence has had a ball at hel
house, she sends the secOnd-handeC
flowers round among her friends the
next day"
Susan" said Mr.. Caxgrove, phil
osophically, "take that little paper
/ box to your mistress"
"Stephenw cried Mrs. Caxgrove
81 only"
Il know it, my dear" said hel
husband. you say so I'll RELEASE
/ you from the agreement"
Il do not want to be released,
/ said Mrs. Caxgrove, angrily. ''Ac
cident happens to be on your sid'
/ just now"
ION the side of Home Mission
YOU mean," saId her husband. By
| the way, there's that note from Mis-
I Dallas to be answered. Have yoJ
/ forgotten it?"
/ "What shall | say?"
Accept her invitation. sup
pose"
"Oh, Stephen, l would so mucl
rather 90 to the opera! 1t is alwayl
| so stupid at the Dallas's, with olC
| Mrs. Dallas telling about her coughs
| an 4 colds, and Jessie always full o
/ the last sewing circle"
"Well, l suppose it isn'tvery live
/ w." said Mr.. Caxgrove, with a smile
.iTen cents, Lii ifyou please"
"Why, Stephen, what have
said? Oh, to be sure!7 And Mrs
/ Caxgrove could not help laughing
'Well, its worth ten cents to hav,
the privilege of speaking my mind
/ Anyway, shall send regrets"
They'll be an awful tib then,'
SAID Mr.. CaN9rONC.
"Only polite fiction. There,
/ haven'ta a sheet Of note paper left
/ Mrs. Capt. Sibthrope never returns
anything She borrOws by any pos
sibiIity."
Like the wicked woman in tn,
Scripture" said her husband. "TeI
cents. my love"
Its too Ill" cried lila, witt