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waiting to be done ur, at this pres
ent moment. Five dollars apiece she
has for them.'
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81 shall do them up"
"Nanna You ?"
"Well, why not? Think what a
golden stream of pactolus ten dol
lars would be in our empty Golfers
Ask yourself how on earth you or !
could earn ten dollars any other
way. And after all, swiss muslin
dress is pretty poetical sort of II
fabric to wash and iron; and in to
the bargain, poor Mrs. Baker keeps
her customers"
ooh, Mamie ! have you come to
that?
"Now you look and talk exactly
like dear old grandmamma Don't
: be goose, Minnie! just you in.
vent some story about my being
promenading in the park, or taking
lessons in waX-fower making, to
delude her credulous soul, while |
go up stairs and coin money"
"But l may help youg"
"By -and-by, perhaps, if my wrists
get tired. Not now some one must
stay with grandmamma.'
"It is very strange,' said Miss
Georgiette Appleton, "that my dres-
ses haven't come home! Positively,
l shall have nothing to wear to-
night"
She was lounging before the sea
coal fire, in blue silk megligee, trim
med with swansdown, and little
French tanglc' Of blue ribbons and
lace pinned among her yellow tres
ses, with a pearl-headed javelin,
while novel lay in her lap.
"What an awful fate p observed
her brother carelessly. "Where's
the amethyst silk p
"Oh, l wore that to their last re-
ception ?"
"And the pink Grape ~
81 look like an owl in pink. l
was goose ever to buy that silk"
"The Nile green silk with the
white hounces ?"
"Sarah Howard has one, just
shade lighter, that she'll be sure to
wear; and l believe tho spiteful
thing got it on purpose to kill mine.
No, | must haye the swiss muslin,
with knots of blue corn flowers, and
a Roman sash figured with gold.
And you'll go around to the laun.
dress, and hurry her up a little,
won't you, George 9-that's duck
of brother land you know per.
fectly we'll you've been yawning
your jaws off the last three-quar-
ters of an hour"
"Where is it z"
"Only in Mendenhall Street-just
a pleasant walk. And do give Mrs.
Barker scolding, and ask her if
she don't know better than to keep
her customers waiting although, of
course, | know you'll do nothing of
the sort. Men have no moral cour-
age. There's the address Oh card.
It'll be such a relief to my mindv'
Major George Appleton was an
army officer, home on a furlough,
and rather at a loss to know what
to do with so much extra time.-1
Rich, which was another source of
Observation-Disclosures, which wasn't
so puzzling!
And so he sauntered along, his
hands in his pockets aud cigar
balanced between his lips, uncon-
sciously advancing to meet his fate
Rap! rap! rap! The Major play
ed tattoo with his knuckles on the |
door.
''Dear me, what a noisev' said
voice inside. Come in pa little
louder.
The Major walked in, to confront,
not a wrinkled old hag of a washer
woman, in a halo of soap and steam,
but beautiful young lady dark and
brilliant as an Arabian dream, with
jetty curls pinned back in silken
cascade at the back of her head,
and pair Of tluting sissors in her
hand.
Major Appleton started back, all
his wits momentarily deserting him.
1t is a curious fact that the more
one party in a tete-a-
tete becomes, the greater the compo-
sure of the other. Anna Brighton
should have colored and suffered,
at being caught thus, but she didn't.
"What's your business, sir!" she
asked, with the greatest calmness.
"It's-it's about my sister gown
Miss Appleton's, you knoww
"Ahw ~ said Anna. 81 hope to