The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1876-08-18
YANNY's GOOD SENSE.
"Minnie! Minnie! is my choc,

little parlQr whayR Mrs. Breightor
sat, although the carpet was {
tissue of darns, the furniture ia
ded, and the hearth rug skillfnlly
cked out by a piece. of quite ano
ther fabric inserted in the spots
most worn. A few flowers, in ;
slender throated vase, stood OF
he antique, claw legged table
ne tender-irons gfittered like
gold, and. the muslin curtains
artistically mended here and
there, were white as snow, and
Mrs. Brighton herself looked
ike Cipderella's god mother, ir
her dress of ancient brocade, best
yellow lace, and the rings glitter.
ing on her small, shriveled hands
Eighty years old, and a lady to
the last! What though paralysis
had robbed her of all use of those
dainty slippercd feet-what
though the grand house she en-.
tered as Il bride was now narrow.
ed down to this one ro6m in a
second rate building, where two
other families also sat up their
household altars-she was a lady
still, and she could boast that she
had never degraded herself to
commonplace toll.
"Our means are limited" said
old Mrs. Brighton, with the lofty
air Of a duchess; "but the pension
of my son, the colonel-who, as
you probably remember, was kill
ed on the Florida frontier--is suf-
ficient to maintain myself and my
two grand daughters-and we are
ladies'"
Minnie BreightQp presently
came in with the chocolate on a
napkin covered tray and slices of
toast, exquisitively Drowned and
cut as thin as a wafep.
II hope you haven't been kept
waiting, grandma" she said.
"My dear'-with an air of mild
FeSignation-'I am accustomed
80 wait"
"Oh, I'm 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.
"The Bfeightons are not Of a
borrowing race, Minnie"
"Shall | get you an egg, grand
mamma"
"No, if the fire is out, my dear"
And grandmother Brighton
went on with her breakfast, wear
ing an injured air, while Minnie
went back to the other room,
where she sat with her twin sis
tcrs, cogitating.
Annie Brighton was as pretty
"a Minnie, but in a different
style. She was dark, with melt
ing almond shape eyes, and olive
skin, and lips like a pomegranate
flower. so perfectly shaped, so
richly red; while Minnie was tall
snd slender, and fair as a daisy.
Annie laid down q slip of paper
as Minnie entered.
It's the grocer's bill again, sis.
Ter. What shall we do!"
Minnie sank back into a chair.
b. "And the gas yesterday, and the
landlord not paid, and the purse
as empty as Mother Hubbard's
cupboard. What shall we do!"
That's the question: said An
ma, retlectively arching her jetty
brows. "if we can only keep it
from grandmamma."
eve must" retorted Minnie,
with a decisiYe nod. at would
kill her.-lf we were men, now
Nanny, we cogld 60 out and get a
job of wood saving, or house
painting, or"
why can't We now"
"Why? Because Pat O'Neil has
got all of Mrs. Bakers wood to
saw, and because we can't climb
ladders with paint pots over our
shoulders.'
but we can do something else
/ suppose. Listen, Minnie-mOn-
ey we must have"
"lf we "a out on the highways
and ask It at the point of the bay,
onet," interjected Minnie, grave
ly.
There's no property like gen
teel poverty" her sister sighed.
But You haven't heard my plan.
Mrs. Baker, the laundress, in our
iop story is sick"
"What then9 We neither have
wine nor jelly, not yet crisp bank
notes TO bestow upon her."
"And she can't keep up to her
engagements. There are two
Swiss muslin ball dresses, hpted
and pulled beautifully, lying in
her basket waiting TO be done up
at this present moment. Five
dollars apiece for them"
"WelIp
;, 81 shall do them up"
Nanny! You!"
"Well, why not? Think what q
golden stream ten dollars would
be in our empty Golfers! Ask
yourself how on earth you or !
could earn ten dollars in any 9th
or way. And after all a Swiss
dress is a pretty poetical sort of