The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1873-03-13

her lie depended on 1t, they nigh
have taken different view of the mat
ters and things in general.
An the next day she went again t,
iron the shirts she had washed &C
daintily.
"sure, Miss you're making then
look like white satin," cried the admir-.
ing Bridget. "And it's youself would
make decent livin' entirely as q laun.
dress, 80 you would Only it makes
my heart ache to see the little white
hands of yours all blistered and burned
with the irons, and parboiled with soap
suds."
"My hands |" said Minnie, contemp-
tuously, "a little glycerine and week
of kid glowing, and they'll be all right
again.
" Married ?" said Eugene Russell,
meditatively. "And why shouldn't
get married, Helena? Is not man all
the happier for uniting his fortune with
some truly congenial soul ?"
young ladies nowadays are all so
trashy and trivial, said Mr.. Russell's
mature, strong-minded sister, sewing
diligently away on red flannel shirts for
the poor.
"Most young ladies, I grant you,"
observed Eugene, "but not all, Hele-
ma.
"And you are the very one to be i'm
posed upon and blinded" said Miss
Helena Russell, who had never vet left
off regarding her brother as n very
small boy, who required admonishing
and looking after in every respect.
"Now you are judging unfairly, Hell
ena. You never have seen Minnie
Akerly.
81 have heard Of her though, said
Helena Russell, dryly. "she waltzes
and sing, and plays croquet."
:" Is any of the three capital crime,
Helena9" laughingly demanded Eu-
gene.
"Nonsense-you know that isn't what
| mean. But it would be great deal
more the point if she could sew on but
tons and iron shirts"
Perhaps she can," suggested Mr.
Russell.
els it likely ?" contemptuously re-
torted Miss Helena.
"Suppose we declare a truce upon
| the subject, said her brother. "It is
quite plain we never shall agree on it
and in the meantime, what do you say
to going around with me to see Mrs.
Maloney?"
"Mrs. Maloney ! Oh the laundress.
Yes, 1 suppose we ought to see her =
about the summers washing. But is it =
necessary for me to go MYSELF"
"It would be better, / suppose" i,
And rather grudgingly, Miss Russell -
went to put on her walking habiliments. :,
"a sad disagreeable part of the city =
to come to, )" she said, elevating at the n
same time her skirts and patrician nose, n
as they wended their way to the region n
of tenement houses, groceries and small u
thread and needle stores that stretched -
westward, not far from the palatial =
mansions of Fifth Avenue itself. :,
"Yet people live here Helena" !,
"Yes, and l suppose they like it, n
Why don't they go West? I'd send +,
them there if was government, wheth- 81
er they would or not" n
"Then 'tis fortunate that you are not p
government" dryly observed Mr.. Rus h
sell. a
"This is the number, believe. Hal h
loo my little man," to a dirty faced
urchin padding in the gutter, does n
Mrs. Bridget M.loney live here?' Il
Master Maloney picked up his ears. O
cts my mother" he said, can its Il
in the basement you'll find her" n
And with twist of his bristly head &
in the direction indicated, he dived once b
more into the gutter. 1
Mr.. Russell, with Miss Helena aus o
terely by, tapped once at the door, o
twice, three times, before Mrs. Malo- p
neys fine contralto voice shouted out q
"Come in, whoever you be, and don't r.
stand there knockin' the door down II
Och, an beg your pardon. l didn't a
know that it was the quality
But Eugene Russell stood still in the ii
door, his eyes glued to the scene that
met his gaze-Minnie Akerly, in buff il
calico dress and white apron ironing
away, with a pile of snowy a
shirts on her left hand, and basket of
,prinkled linen on her right. And Min G.
ME herself, colored like "red rose" W
for minute. Al
"Why am ASHAMED ?" she resolutely II
lsked herself. Gam 1 doing some g
hing wrong? l won't be such fool p II
So with this doughty resolution in ST
ler mind, she glanced calmly up, the N
pink shadows still glowing on her 1
,heeks. o
"Good afternoon, Mr.. Russell" )" she "
'aid calmly. h
And Eugene stammeringly introduced II
her to his sister, who had stood judi Is
.iously cycling the whole scene.
Its the gentleman wantin' Of his tt
shirts, an sure they're not done yet. cl
.ried blundering Bridget. p
"But they will be soon," said Min h
lie e I'm on the last enc now-if Mr.. d