The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1880-10-30

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CLOTHES, ma'am!"
Honora started from her. reverie, as
the washwoman's stumpy little girl
banged herself, like human battering-
ram, up against the door, with a
preposterously large basket'on her arm.
"Yes," said HonoTa. coloring. ''Put
them down, Sally. But I'm afraid it
isn't convenient to pay your mother to-
day."
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. 81 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
as they shall be done better next time"
&c I dare say they are quite right" said
Honora, with little sigh, as she mar
veled at this unexpected excess of court
esq on the part of her laundress.
But when Sally had stumped off down
stairs, her Tapping slippers beating q
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, land socks
and turnover collars, No. Is, and great
big Observation-Disclosures, like the sails
of a ship, and white vests, and-good-
ness me! what does it all meanp Mrs.
| Mulvey has sent me some gentleman's
wardrobe by mistake. | must send
these back at once"
But then Miss haywood looked down
at the articles in grave consideration.
II never had brother" unused Miss
haywood; land l can't remember my
father; but of this am quite certain
if had either one or the other I 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 q
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 can"
And the smiles dimpled around Hon
ora Maywood's little rosebud of mouth,
as she sat down to darn holes, sew on
tape, and insert patches.
Hell never know who did it," said
Honora to herself; "but I dare say
he will be thankful; and if one gets a
chance to do little good in this way,
one ought not to grudge ones time and
trouble"
But as Honora stitched away, she
unused 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 holidays, and
a ladies' committee, consisting of three
starched old maids, to sit" upon her
the first Friday of every month.
Il 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.
81 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 will settle my bill
as soon as possibly can"
Sally flounced out of the room, red
and indignant, like an overcharged
thunder cloud, and poor little Honora,
dropping her hands, bur st 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. g 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 littls
dear. she has hard time OF it."
Humph!" grunted Mr.. Broderick.
What fools women are not to have
some regular profession! If | had 8
daughter I'd. bring her up self-sup
porting institution"
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