The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1880-11-03

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to leave the clothes. with her 'umblt
duty and she 'oped they'd suit; but il
was that damp and muggy on Monday
and Tuesday, as starch wouldn't stick,
and she 'opes you'll excuse all mistakes
as they shall be done better next time. >
81 dare say they are quite right" said
Honora, with little sigh, as she mar
veled at this unexpected excess ofcourt-
esy on the part of her laundress.
But when Sally had stumped off down
stairs, her Tapping slippers beating a
sort of tattoo as she went, and Miss May
wood took off the fringed towel that COW
cred the basket of clothes, she gave a
little start.
"Shirts," said Honora, "and socks
and turnover collars, No. I6, and great
big pocket-handkerchiefs, like the sails
of ship, and white vests, and-good-
ness me! what does it all meanP Mrs.
Mulvey has sent me some gentleman's
wardrobe by mistake. l must send
these back at once"
But then Miss haywood looked down
at the articles in grave consideration.
81 never had brother" mused Miss
haywood; land l can't remember my
father; but of this am quite certain
if l had either one or the other 1 should
hank any girl to mend their dilapidated
wsrdrobes If they looked like this. And
Mrs. Mulvey can't send before nights
and unfortunately I've nothing to do, SO
I'll just mend this poor fellows clothes
whoever he may be. A half-starved
theological student perhaps, training for
the Polynesian islands, or perhaps a
newspaper reporter, or pale clerk under
the dazzling skylights of some dry goods
palace. At all events he's worse off than
| am, for he can't mend his own clothes
and 1 can"
And the smi les dimpled around Hon.
ora Maywood's little rosebud of mouth,
as she sat down to darn holes, sew on
tape, and insert patches.
"He'll never know who did it." said
Honora to herself; "but l dare say
he will be thankful; and if one gets
chance to do little good in this way,
one ought not to grudge ones time and
trouble"
But as Honora stitched away, she
mused sadly whether or not she ought
to accept position which had offered
itself of assistant matron in an orphan
asylum, where the work would be most
unenduraole, and the pay next to moth
ing. with no Sundays or holidays, and
Il ladies' committee, consisting of three
starched old maids, to "sit" upon her
the first Friday of every month.
81 almost think I'd rather starve,"
thought Honora. But, dear me!
starving is serious business when one
comes to consider it face to face"
Sally Mulvey came back, putting and
blowing like human whale, in about
two hours.
"Mother says she's sent the wrong
basket" said she, breathlessly.
II thought it very probable, Sally"
said Miss haywood.
"And mothers compliments, added
Sally, "and she can't undertake your
things no longer, Miss haywood, cause
she does cash business, and there amt
nothing been paid on your account since
last June"
Honora felt herself growing scarlet.
81 am very sorry, Sally" said she.
"Tell your mother I will settle my bill
as soon as l possibly can"
Sally flounced out of the room, red
and indignant, like an overcharged
thunder-cloud, and poor little Honora,
dropping her hands, burst into tears.
"Pretty girl that-very pretty" said
Mr.. Broderick, the old bachelor, to his
landlady.
"Do you mean"
81 mean the young lady-boarder of
yours that see on the stairs now and
then," said Mr.. Broderick. Nice
fgure--big, soft eyes, like a gazelle.
Did some one tell me she was music
teacherP"
"That's her profession" said Mrs.
Pennypacker. "But there amt many
pupils as wants tuition, and poor little
dear. she has hard time of it,"
Humph!" grunted Mr.. Broderick.
What foolsIwomen are not to have
some regular profession! If had a
daughter I'd. bring her up a self-sup-
porting institution"
And Mr.. Broderick disappeared into
his room, in the midst whereof stood q
girl with tapping slippers, a portentous
shawl, and bonnet which had originally
been manufactured for woman twice
her size.
"Who are your" demanded Mr..
Broderick.
"Please, sir, I'm Sally-the !.washer-
woman's Sally" was the response.
"And what do you want lherep" said
Mr.. Broderick.
"Please, sir, I've.com to bring your
things" said Sally, chattering off her
lesson like q parrot. "And please sir,
her tumble duty, and i'opes.they'll suit,
but it was ldamp.land muggy Monday
and ETuesday, 'and starch wouldn't
stick; and she 'opes you'll excuse all
mistakes. as they shall be done better
next time, sir-please, SIR"
"Who mended themp" demanded
Mr.. Broderick, whose hawk-eye had
already caught sight OF the dainty
needlework on his garments.
Nobody mended 'em," said Sally,
"and mother says it's easy to see as the
new gent is bachelor, on account o.
the holes in his heels and toes, and tue
strings of his dickeys."
II can tell who mended en-" sale