Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1880-01-16


Whose voice is music in the air
Still sits upon my knee.
Her head is resting on my breast
Her eyes in slumber deep;
The same rough sea, whose breakers roar
And madly, fiercely lash the shore,
Has lulled my child to sleep.
A Washerwoman's Daughter.
A little Swiss muslin apron, with
rutf1es, pockets, and ribbons, is very
seductive thing, even when tossed with
artless carelessness upon the fancy table
OF u charity fair; but who can paint its
magic power upon an unwary youth
when its flnttering ribbons span q slen.
der, dainty waist and the pink-tippcd
fingers of two plump little hands play
at hlde-and-seek in its apologies tol
pockets?
Could mortal man help stopping tc
speak to TIME Blair, as she stood behind
the great album Of autographs, alert and
ready to register subscriptions as fast as
they we're secured?
1t must Lave been the apron that made
her so radiantly charming, for no othe1
table made such stoppage in the line
of travel, although the hall was linec
with tables, temples and stands covered
with bats for the charitable and presid
ed over by the beauty and fashion Of Of
port. So, at least, said the Otfport Week
ty, and If newspaper is not to be believ
ed, then what is?
Still, in spite OF facts, the young mer
mostly did congregate around that little
table of TIMES. She had shed o small
shower of tears when it was condescend
ingly offered to her, but it was that o.
nothing, and it would not even have beer
obsolete in his notions as to suppose tina
the child Of shittless drunkard, whose
widow took in washing, was fit to associ
ate with the daughters of the upright
and solid men who sat in the body of the
church and solcmnly put their regula
contributions into the weekly plate, care
fully pushing their aims we'll under, thai
their five cents need not be known O.
men.
However, having seen his little parish
Toner pointedly left out in all the prepa1
atoms for the ladies fair and festival, he
did insist and carry his point, that SHE
should have position among the fail
amateur salesWomen.
The richest old woman in the congrc
CATION had donated to the charitable en-
tcrprise huge collection ofstupen1eusly
uninterestlng autographs which were no
even genuine, but attcstcd fac sinliles o.
the signature of every man Of note, frcn
Moses to Treasurer Spinner, who had ev
er been rash enough to put his name OIL
I paper.
The ladies regarded the gift as a white
elephant, and forty wild horses, could
not have dragged any other girl IN OF:
port to take charge of it.
The first dircctress of the sewing soci
ETY. was a Tallyrand in petticoats.
She brought the two difficulties to-
gether, and let one take care of the 9th
er, that is to say, if that low, odious lit
tie creature was to he forced upon them
let her undertake the books. which OF
course, would never be disposed of, bu
which must appear, or the offended don
or would promptly remove herself anc
her fortune to the rival church
After the ccstacy caused by the deal
old rector's pledge that she should have
a share in the delight Of waiting at The
fair, twas something Of a heartbreat
when, by request, she presented hcrsel
before the committee Of arrangements, tt
find herself appointed to a most unenvl
able post.
She might not have known in her in
noccnce, that it was station so abhorr
ed, but the unconcealed mirth of thu
others at her appointment to it made he
aware Of the small esteem in which i
was held.
Then there were other draw backs, ant
altogether it was sad little face tina
Tinic wore rs she swept off the porch o
their litr,e tumble down, black cot,ag
that she called home.
"There's no use trying" she said, a
she bent her lovely curly head lower ant
lower to keep the tears out of sight
mo use trying to be like girls who hav
money and nice houses, and clothe
they're not ashamed of. 1 declare, if i
wasn't for mother, I'd wish | was dead.
"What did you say, Tinie?' said he
mother, looking up from the ironing
table.
II don't know; think I must hav
been talking to myself" said the CIR
looking in with her forget-me-not blu
eyes dewy with tears. "But, mother
after all. think I won't go to the fair.
Mrs. Blair finished collar before sh
spoke; then: with pleasant lightning u
Of her worn face, she said:
eff you want to stay at home becaus
you have nothing to wear, stop worrying
dear, for I've thought it all out. T.
press out my old black merlno for you
; the 1ustiness won't show at night--an
we'll cut up your little old white dres
and make a fancy apron like the one
had here to do up for the young lad
: that boarded at the hotel last summer
{ and We'll take the ribbons of your hat
put on it; you can put them back befo1
Sunday"
| \ cloud a. the idea OF the disreputab
old merino, moments doubt at the po
| sibility of the fancy apron, then a tu
) burst of sunshine at the quick ment
picture of her pretty self IN becomir
9 costume for oace, and TIME danced I
r to hug her blessed mother, with:
ooh, nanny darling! What MI
0 things mothels are!'
b Low as the misery of a drunken hu
: band had made Mrs. Blair's position, 81
q was lady by birth and education, al
/ had brought UP her two children wi
J, all the refinement possible in their mi
s fortunes.
d She was proud of her pretty daughte
r, and felt most kcenly the sighting col
ness with which the young ladies of O
j. port treated her. She was glad now tb
= taste of pleasure seemed to be throw
b in her way.
o But, although the plans were mac
- not step could be taken toward thu
d execution until small basket Of cloth
Is could be finished and sent off to the /
IS tel; but they were quickly done and d
n patched by Bobby, TIMES small b
1, very wide awake brother, and then be-
J. mother and daughter gave every thong
and energy to preparing the simple c.
W tune the latter was to wear.
IT Bobby proceeded on his GRAND af'
le the ususl manner of small boys, "
have so much business of their own
IL attend to that it is with difficulty til
y can keep their attention fixed on I
s. special mission upon which they
X sent. ~ -
p, He found the young gentleman
" whom he was to deliver the clothes, a
plying the benighted ignorance Of
n. stranger to the village, kindly spent h
!" an hour of his valuable time enlighteni
=, l;,,, oonoorn;nr. 10 ofYa;,o tho fair on