The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1875-05-01
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A GIRLS GOOD SENSE.


all isl appointments, the little parlo
where Mrs. Brighton sat, although tn
carpet was a tissue Of darn, the furnitur
faded, the hearth rug skilliully eked on
hy piece Of another fabric inserted Ii
The spot most worn, A few flowers in
lender thPOatcd vase, stood on the anti
que, claw.legged table, the fender-irOn
Uttered like gold, and the thin muslil
curtains, artiStcally mended here anl
there, were white as snow; and Mrs
Creighton. herself looked like Cinderel
la'4 good.mother, in her dress Of ancien
brocade, best yellow lace, and the ring
glittering on her small shriyeled hands
Eighty years old and lady to the last
That was something to be proud OF. VIVA
though paralysis had robbed her Of al
the use Of those daintily slippered feet
what though the grand house she had en-
tered a. bride was now narrowed down
to one room in seCond.ratc building
where two or three other families set up
their family altars--shc was lady still
and she could boast that she had never
degraded herself to commonplace toll.
Sour means are limited" said old Mrs
Creighton, with the lofty air Of duchess
"bul the pension OF my son, the Colonel
who, as you may probably remember, wal
killed on the Florida frontier-is sutii.
cient to maintain myself and two grand.
daughters, and we are ladies'"
Minnie Brighton presently came IL
with her little ChOcOlataire on a napkin
covered tray, and slices Of toast ex'
Huisitely Drowned, and out Us thin u n
wafer.
~ hope you haven't been kept waiting,
grandma, "she said.
MY dCarp-With M air Of resignation
a am accustomed to wait"
ooh. I'm 30 sOrryl But our ire il out,
aud had to run and borrow the use Of
Mrs, fuckers stove to boil the chocolate,
and"
Mrs. Creighton contracted her silvery
brow.
"ShNll get you an egg, grandmamaT
"No, not II tho tire Ia out, my dear"
And Grandmama Creighton went on
with her breakfast, wearing an injured
air, while Minnie went back 10 tho other
room, where she sat with her twin sister,
cogltating. a..
Annie Brighton was as pretty IS Min
ME, but IN 9lherent style she was
dark, with melting, ,almond'shaped eyes,
and olive SKIN, ana Ups IKE . pomegran-
lie mower, 50 perIeGtly SlGpeu, 30 rlehly
red; while Minnie was tall aud slender,
and fair us daisy.
ANNE haI lalu uoWh SIP Ol BreaSy
paper, u. Minnie entered:
Its the gr0cers bill again, sister.
What shall we IO|
Minnie sank into chair
And the. gas yesterday, anu the land
lord not pald, and the purse ~ empty GS
Mother linbOarus CUPBOARD Wha'ShalI
we doF -,
That's tho question" said Annie, re-
ilectiveIy arching her eyebrows. II we
can only Keep II from grand mamma,
we muSt! retorLed Minnie, wan aue-
clSlve nod; III would XII her' 1--WE were
men, now, Nanny, We cOnld go out ana get
a JOB OF wood-sawing, or hOuSe'paInllng,
or" =,
And why can't we noww
"Why2 Because Fat ONeil has gOt
all Mrs. Barker's wood to saw, and he.
cause we can't climb ladders with paint
pots over our shoulders"
"3ut we can do something else, sup
pose. Listen, Minnlc-mOney we must
have" ,,...,,,....,,,
I'll We go ont on the highways am aSk
il Mt the point Of the bayonet," calculated
Minnie, grAvely.
"There's no poverty like genteel power
w." her sister sighed. but you haven't
heard my plan. Mrs. Barker, the laun'
dress in our top story, ssick."
"What then2 We have neither wine
nor jelly, nor YET crisp bank notes TO DE-
stow upon her"
"And she can't keep up to her engage,
ments. There are two Swiss muslin 3all
dresses, Iluted and Pnlled BEAUTIFULLY
this present moment. Five dollars apiece
she has for them"
"WellY
II shall do them up"
Nanny! Your
DWELL, why notH Think what golden
stream Of Pactolns ten dollars would be
in our empty golfers! Ask yourself now
on earth you or | could earn Ten dollar
in any other way. And alter all swlS'
nlnSlin dress Is Il pretty poelIcal sort o.
fabric to wash and iron; ana mo inc
bargairi poor Mrs. Barker keeps her Gus
toners" ,,o,
"Oh, Nanny nave you come 70 Ih9t
"NOw, you look and tax Just like dear
old randmanlma Don't be q goose,
Minniel just you invent some story about
my promenading In the PARK or taxing taxing
lessons IN wax howers-niakihg TO deiuIe
her credulons soul, while ] 90 upstair'
to coin money"
"liut may help YOU"
"By-and-by, perhaps, II my wrists geO
tired. But now, some one must stay will
grAndmammn"
Z"
at il very strange" said Miss Georgiet
te Appleton, that my dresses haven
come home Positively, lshall have moth
ing to wear tonight"
She was lounging before Tue sea-coa
fire, In blew silk hegligee, trimmed
with swan down, and a little French Tan
gle Of blue ribbons and lace pinet among
her yellow tresses With q peatl-headet
javelin, while q nQvellay in her lap;
"What an awful case, observed he
brother. CnfelpRsly. where's The AmethyA