The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1873-03-07


of kid glowing, and they'll be all right
again"
Married ?" said Eugene Russell,
meditatively. And why shouldn't I
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 a 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.
"I have heard of hsr though, said
Helena Russell, dryly. "She waltzes
and sing, and plays croquet."
" Is any of the three a capital crime,
Helena ?" 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"
&c 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, I suppose we ought to see her
about the summers washing. But is it
necessary for me to go myself?"
ct would be better, I suppose.
And rather grudgingly, Miss Russell
went to put on her walking habiliments.
ga sad, disagreeable part of the city
to come to" she said, elevating at the
same time her skirts and patrician nose,
as they wended their way to the region
of tenement houses, groceries and small
thread and needle stores that stretched
westward, not far from the palatial
mansions of Fifth Avenue itself.
"Yet people live here Helena"
Yes, and suppose they like it
Why don't they go West -? I'd send
them there if was government, wheth-
er they would or not" "
Then It's fortunate that You are not
government, dryly observed Mr.. Rus
sell.
"This is the number, I believe. Hal
loo my little man." to a dirty-faced
urchin padding in the gutter, does
Mrs. Bridget Maloney live here ?"
Master AIaloney picked up his ears.
"It's my mother" he said, {" an its
in the basement you'll find her."
And with twist of his bristly head
in the direction indicated, he dived once
more into the gutter.
Mr.. Russell, with Miss Helena aus
terely by, tapped snce at the door,
twice, three times, before Mrs. Malo-
ney's fine contralto voice shouted out
" Come in, whoever you be, and don't
stand there knockin' the door down
Och, an 1 beg your pardon. L didn't
know that it was the quality
But Eugene Russell stood still in the
| door, his eyes glued to the scene that
met his gaze-Minnie Akerly, in buff
calico dress and white apron ironing
diligently away, with a pile of snowy
shirts on her left hand, and basket of
sprinkled linen on her right. And Min
ME herself, colored like a ''red rose
for a minute
Why am ashamed ?'' she resolute1y
asked helsef cam I doing some
thing wrong? won't be such fool p
So with this doughty resolution in
her mind, she glanced calmly up, the
pink shadows still glowing on he1
cheeks.
Good afternoon, Mr.. Russell, sh-
said calmly.
And Eugene stammeringly introduced
her to his sister, who had stood judi.
ciously eyeing the whole scene.
50 It's the gentleman a wantin' of his
shirts, an sure they're not done yet,
cried blundering Bridget.
r." But they win be soon, said Min.
nio; = I'm on the last one now-if Mr..
Russell will sit down and wait few
minutes" "
"You Miss Akerly, ironing my
shirts p
g Even so, Minnie answered. Sc The
| truth is. Mr.. Russell, we are poor an6
although ironing shirts is not so gentee
an occupation as giving music lesson ol
making wax flowers, I am glad to earr
a little money IN any way. believe
those shirts viii give satisfaction, anC
she smilingly glanced on the completed
pile.
Miss Helena came forward with he
gray eyes fairly luminous with satisfac
ton.
Ny dear" said she, CT couldn'
have done them better myself, and
that's saying a good deal"
And sne nodded, in an approving
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