The star. (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1874-1875, 1875-03-06
"only in MendenAal1 street--,ust a


pheasant walk. And to give Mrs. Bar
ker scolding, and ask her II she dom
know better than to keep her customers
waiting-although of course, l know
you'll do nothing OF the sort. Men have
no moral courage. There's the address
ON card. It'll be such relief to my
|mindW
Major George Appleton was an army
officer, home ON a furlough, and rather
at a loss TO know what TO do with 81
much extra time. Rich, which was au
which wasn't so puzzlingl
And 80 he sauntered along, his hand DIS
in his pockets and cigar balanc ed
between his lips, unc0nsciOusly advanc.
ing to meet his fate.
Rapl rapl rapl The Major played 9
tattoo with his knuckles on the door,
''Dear me. what noise ~ said voice
inside. "Come inl'--a little louder.
! The Major walked in, to comfort, not a
wrinkled old hag Of a washerwoman, in
a hal oof soap and steam, but beauti.
iul 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 scissors
in her hand.
Major Appleton started back, all his
wits momentarily deserting him. Itis a
curions TACT that the more embarrassed
one party in q tete-a-tete becomes, the
greater is the c0mposure OF the other.
Annie Brighton should have colored
and suffered at being caught thus, but
she didn't.
"What's your business, STRIP she
asked, with greatest calmness.
"lt's-its about my sisters gown
Miss Appleton's, you knowW
"Ah! |" said Anna. IL hope to have it
ready very soon. If you'll wait ten min
utes you may carry it home."
| And she took a second pair of fluting
scissors from the stove, testing its heat
by holding it dangerously near her vel
vet cheek.
Major Appleton, not being posted in
etiquette and general decorum, saw no
harm in carrying home basket OF new
! ly-laundried clothes. So he sat down
and waited, while honest Mrs. Barker
started from the other room, where she
lay upon her bed-a captive to rheuma-
tic pains.
''She's in a hurry, you know" said the
Major, tWirling his thumbs, and think
ing how very pretty the girl was.
$50 am l." said Anna, making the
1utihg scissors glide in and out in a
most marvellous manner among tn e
clouds ofsunny muslin.
"She wants to wear it," added the
Major.
''But 1 say-you know-you're not a
regular WasherWoman"
Anna slightly Strengthened herself
up. :
"My father was a colonel in the Regu
lar Army. My grandfather was Hyde
Brighton, of Brighton Manor, Oh the
Hudson. But we are reduced now, and
we need money; and l am not ashamed
to work.
jor Appleton, starting up.
"Much obliged to you," retorted An
Tia, with sparkling eyes. "Would you
mind holding the sash for me-just a
second while | finish this lOop?'
And whGn Minnie came up to see how
her sister was getting on, she found her
aided and abetted by the Major of caval-
ry, who was heating the alternate pairs
OF tiuting scissors after most scientific
fashion.
"Dear me-" said Miss Appleton, when
at last her brother made his appearance,
show long you have beenp
eyes," said the Major, rubbing his
hands with an appearance OF great satis-
faction, SIT took us quite While to fin
| ish those last thirteen founces."
"US! you don't mean to say that you
helped the washerwOmanw
ayes, l did," said the Major; ''and the
trocks are down stairs, and m going up
for game of billiards." And as he
trwent, he murmured to himself, 81
Thought all girls were alike, but 1 believe
Hive discovered one independent-one at
lastW
~ r.
"Grandmamma, I'm going to be mar.
"You, Nanny' Why, you are but a
child?"
Anna Brighton was kneeling beside
her grandmother's chair, and the fairy
godmother was str0king her curls with
| one tremulous white hand, where the an.
ti1ue jewels shone like drops of blood
and scintillating sparkles OF green fire
| "Pm eighteen, grandmamma."
$50 you are! How the time flies
Eighteen years old! But who's the hap
py man? We see no society worthy OF
ourselves, Nanny, and
| "pm sure you will like him, grand
mamma. He is coming to pay his re-
spects to you tonight. His name is Ma.
jOr George Appleton. He is in the-the
cavalry, and he owns a house on Madi.
son avenue, and-and he loves me grand.
mammal"
Nanny held her black-tressed head on
the old lady's shoulder as she spoke the
last words.
"All natural enough. my dear; but do
you love .him~
| "Yes, grandmamma."
"And where did you meet him? When
were you introducedW
"I wasn't introduced at ALL" returned
Nanny, with mischievous elves of flame
coming and going in her eyes. 81 was
huting muslin uD in Mrs. Barker's room,
when he came in ON an errand; and
Oh! grandmamma, YOU have always
thought it so dreadful to work. But il
hadn't been working, l never should
have met him. And l love him SO much
grandmammaw
"Well, WE'LL" said the old lady, rather
reluctantly, ''things seem TO be altered
from what they were when was a girl.'
"But you shall live with us always,
granny dear, and Minnie, too, and we
shall be SO happy"
And Anna Breighton's tears were
tears of perfect joy.
| Court Cuttings.
In the case of Peter Naegle and 9th