The star of Pascagoula. [volume] (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1873-1878, 1874-02-14

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yoar own amlly there sfs % many
necoslry outlsys for money
Nv some n the houses wtorc ! am
acquaibtod, persisted 'be Old clergy.
nan, there u qaite fund raised w
7 friendly dnos levied by didareo, mem
bors n The family on each othof.
penny Tor gloves or hat left lying
around, y penny for careless an
grammatical expression and 70 on
and IL Is q very useful as we'll o.
charitable institution.
i dare sny,' soId Mrs. Caxgrovc I;
but In our family it would scarcely
he worth while
The old man smiled.
Are you, then, so absolutely fault
less p
'OI, no. | did not mean that Mrs
Caxgrove answered, somewhat con-
fused. Only
You will allow me TO leave the
mite.chest ? said Mr.. Salter, smiling,
as be placed it on the centre Of the
marble table, just beneath basket CT
oamelias, tube roses, and other hot
house plants, the cost OF which
would have filed it a dozen times
over. And Mrs Caxgrove was too
polite to object further.
Such a nuisance 7 she said to Mrs
Jaynesford that afternoon. As if |
wanted to turn collecting agent for
the Missionary So ciety. But Mr..
Salter is positively a child in tue
ways OF the world
i wish he would get his wife
new silk dress, said Mrs. Jaynesford.
lin fired Of seeing that old l'gnred
poplin. Sarah had a new one last
Sunday
Newt! cried Mrs. Caxgrove. ele-
= 7aeins hor nose scornfdlly, tits
nothing on earth but the cinnamon.
brown dyed black!'
You don't say so cried Mrs.
Jaynesford. "Did you know that Ell
len Black had an India shawl?'
N.Y. interrogatod the lady of the
house. And her uncle failed lass
week.
Some people fail very comfortab-
ly,' suifiled 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 embrasure of the bay window,
was lifted and her friends husband
forth.
i did not know you We're there,
Stephen. said Mrs. Caxgrove, color,
ing little.
so | concluded I! he observed
iryly. And taking up the little mite
,hest, he held it with a simIe toward
the visitor.
1 have no pennies, she said, glanc.
ng over the contents of her Turkey
morocco portemonaie, and slightly
ossing her head, as she rose to take
Ter leave.
The stingy creature!' calculated
drs. Caxgrove, when the door was
learly closed behind her. i dom,
'elieve any one knew Myrtilla Jay
Iesford to give q ccut in charityv
See here, Lill, said her husband, s
only wish | had a photographic Q
eport of you, conversation for the I
asst half hour '
why L
Because you and your friend, Mrs
aynesford, were tearing the rest of l
he world into tattersl What does the f
ible say about the unruly member 2 Il
'NonsenseP said Mrs. Caxgrove,
sddenig. "Myrtilla is great gossip, h
ut "
4 beg your pardon, Lill, but you tt
ere quite as bad" |
Il don't believe it,
Let US make a bargain, my DEAR n
i'd Mr.. Csxgroye. i give you a q
'lerably good allowance for pin in
oney every week, don't I?' W