The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1875-04-10

WIFI her l1Gtlo CuOCOlAIa1To on q napkin
covered tray, and slices of toast, exquis-
itely Drowned and cut as thin as q
wafer
81 hope you haven't been kept wait
ng, gran dma2" she said.
my deari with an air of mild
resignation-'I am accustomed to
wait. y
ooh, I'm SO sorry! But our fire is
out, and had to run and borrow the
use Of Mrs. fuckers stove to boil the
chocolate, and"
Mrs. Brighton contracted her silvery
brow.
1.-The Breightons are not borrowing
race, Minnie"
"Shall l get you an egg, grandmam-
map"
"No, if the fire is out, my dear
And Grandmamma Creighton went on
with her breakfast, wearing an injured
air, while Minnie went back to the other
room, where she sat with her twin sister,
cogitating.
ME, but in different style. She was
dark, with melting, almond shaped eyes,
and olive skin, and lips like a pome-
granite flower, 80 perfectly shaped, so
richly red; while Minnie was tall and
slender, and fair as daisy.
Anna laid down slip of greasy paper
as Minnie entered
cts the grocer's bill again, sister.
What shall we do ?''
Minnie sank into chair.
"And the gas yesterday, and the land.
lord not paid, and the nursery is empty
as-Mother Hubbard's cupboard. What
shall we do ?"
"That's the question" said Anna, re-
fiectively arching her jetty brows. IF
we can only keep it from grandmamma. +"
We must, retorted Minnie. with a
decisive nod CIT would kill her. If
we were men, now, Nanny, we could 20
out and get a job of wood-sawing, or
house-painting, Or"
"And why can't we now ?"
"Why9 Because Pat O'Neil has got
all Mrs. Barkers wood to saw, and be-
cause VIC can't climb ladders with paint
pots over our shoulders. p"
"But we can do something else,
suppose. Listen, Minnie-money we
| must have.
If we go out on the highways and
ask it at the point of the bayonet, in
terjected Minnie, gravely.
"Theres no poverty like genteel pow
erty." her sister sighed. "But you
haven't heard my plan. Mrs. Barker,
the laundress, in our top story, is sick. !"
"What then? We have neither wine
nor jelly, nor yet crisp bank notes to
bestow upon her.
"And she can't keep up to her en-
gagements There are two Swiss
muslin ball dresses, futed and pulled
beautifully, lying in her basket waiting
to be done up at this present moment.
Five dollars apiece she has for them"
well %
81 shall do them up"
T Nanny. Your
"Well, why not? Think what a
golden stream Pactol to ten dollars
would be in our empty Golfers Ask
yourself how on earth you or l could
earn ten dollars any other way. And
after all Swiss muslin dress is pretty
poetical sort of fabric to wash and iron !;
and into the bargain, poor Mrs. Barker
keeps her customers.
"Oh, Nanny! have you con to
that2"
"Now, you look and talk exactly like
dear old grandmamma Don't be a
goose, Minnie Just you invent some
story about my promenading in the
park, or taking lessons in wax flowers
making to delude her c-edulous soul
while | coup stairs and coin money"
"But may help you?"
By and-by, perhaps, if my wrists
get tired. But now, some one must stay
with grandmamma.
cit is very strange, said Miss Georg-
iette Appleton, "that my dresses haven't
come home! Positively, I shall have
nothing to wear tonight.
She was lounging before the sea-coal
fire, in blue silk neglige, trimmed
with swan down, and a little French
tangle of blue ribbons and lace pinned
among her yellow tresses, with pearl
headed iavelin, while novel lay in her
lap.
"What an awful easel" observed the
brother carelessly. where's the anne
thyst silk"
"Oh, I wore that to their last recep-
ton"
"And the pink crape?"
II look like an owl in pink. I was
goose ever to buy that silk.
''The Nile green silk with white
founces?"
''Sarah Howard has one just shade
lighter that she'll be sure to wear, and
I believe the spiteful thing got it on
purpose to kill mine. No, l must have
the Swiss muslin with knots of blue
corn flowers, and Roman sash figured
with gold. And you'll go around to the
laundress, and hurry her up little,
won't you, George? that's duck of
brother.-and you know perfectly well
you've been yawning your jaws Oft the
last three-quarters of all hour.
Where is it,"
Only in Mendenhall street-just
pleasant walk And to give Mrs. Barker
scoiding, and ask her if she don't
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 a card It'll be such relief to my
mind ~
Major George Appleton was All army
officer, home on furlough, and rather
at loss to know what to do with SO