Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1880-11-18

Mother didn't say nothing bout the
pay" said Sally, wiping her forehead
with whisk OF her arm and shifting
herself well-nigh off her feet. II was
TO leave the clothes, with her tumble
duty and she 'oped they'd suit; but it
was that damp and muggy on Monday
and Tuesday, as starch wouldn't stick,
and she 'opes you'll excuse all mistakes
rs they shall be done better next time"
q dare say they are quite right" said
Honora, with little sigh, as she mar
veled at this unexpected excess of court
esy on the part of her laundress.
But when Sally had stumped off down
stairs, her tapping slippers beating
sort of tattoo as she went, and Miss May
wood took off the fringed towelthat cov-
cred the basket of clothes, she gave
little start.
"Shirts," said Honora, land sock
and turnover collars, No. 16, and greaO
big Observation-Disclosures, 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.
Il never had brother" mused Miss
Haywood; land l can't remember my
father; but of this am quite certain
if had either one or the other l should
hank any girl to mend their dilapidated
wardrobes 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 n
newspaper reporter, or a 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 / can"
And the smil les dimpled around Hon
ora Maywood's little rosebud of a 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 / dare say
he will be thankful; and if one gets a
chance to do a 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
uncomfortable, and the pay next to moth
ing with no Sundays or olidays, and
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 n 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.
81 thought it very probable, Sally"
said Miss haywood.
And mothers compliments, added
Sally, land 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.
"I am very sorry, Sally" said she.
"Tell your mother l will settle my bill
as soon as possibly can"
Sally founced 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"
Il mean the young lady boarder of
yours that see on the stairs now and
then," said Mr.. Broderick. Nice
6gure--big, soft eyes, like a gazelle.
Did some one tell me she was a 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 fools women are not to have
some regular professionl If / had
daughter I'd. bring her up self.sup-
porting institution"
And Mr.. Broderick disappeared into
his room, in the midst, whereof stood a
girl with Tapping slippers, portentous
shawl and bonnet which had originally
been manufactured for woman twice
her size.
"Who are your" demanded Mr.
Broderick.
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