Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1881-10-18

"shirts," said Honora, land socks,
and turning collars No. Is, and great
big pocket-handkerchiefs, like the sails
of a ship, and white vests, and-good-
ness me, what does it all mean7 Mrs.
Mulvey has sent me some gentleman's
wardrobe by mistake. I must send
these things back at once"
But then Miss haywood looked down
at the articles in grave consideration.
II never had brother," unused Miss
haywood; "and l can't remember my
father; but of this am quite certain
if / had either one or the other, should
thankany girl to mend their dilapidat-
ed wardrobes, if they looked like this.
And Mrs. Murvey can't send before
night, and unfortunately Eve nothing to
do, so I'll just mend this poor young
fellows clothes, whoever he may be. A
half-starved theological student, per-
haps a newspaper reporter, or a pale
clerk, under the dazzling light of some
dry goods palace. At all events he's
worse off than l am for he can't meud
his old clothes, and / can"
And the smiles dimpled around Homo
IA Maywood's little rosebud of mouth.
as she sat down to darn holes, sew on
tapes and insert patches.
"He'll never know who did it," said
Honora to herself; but, l dare say, he'll
be thankful; and if one can get a chance
to do little good in this world, one
ought not the grudge ones time and
trouble"
. And 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 al
most uncomfortable, and the pay next to
nothing, with no Sundays nor holidays,
and lady's committee, consisting of
three starched old maids, to 'ssit' upon
her the first Friday of every month.
81 almost think I'd rather starve, I"
said Honora. "But dear me. starving
is a serious business, when one comes to
consider it face to face"
Sally Mulvy came, putting and blow
ing like human whale, in about two
hours.
"Mother says she's sent the wrong bas-
ket," said she breathlessly.
thoughtful very probable, . said Miss
haywood.
"And mothers compliments" added
Sally, "and she can't undertake your
things no longer, Miss haywood cause
she does a cash business, and there amt
nothing been paid on your account since
last June"
Honora felt herself turning scarlet.
II am very sorry, Sally" said she.
'"Tell your mother l will settle my bill
as soon as possibly CAN"
Sally hounced out of the room, red
and indignant, like an overcharged
thunder-cloud, and poor little Honora,
dropping her head on her hands, burst
into tears.
"Pretty girl that-very pretty"
said Mr.. Broderick, the old bachelor,
to his landlady.
''Do you mean
II mean the young lady boarder OF
yours that | see on the stairs now and
them" said Nh. Broderick. "Nicesfigure
big, soft eyes, like gazelle. Didn't
some one tell me she was a music teach-
er?n
That's her profession said Mrs.
Pennypacker. ''But there amt many
pupils as wants tuition, and, poor little
dear, she has but hard time of it."
'Humpw grunted Mr.. Broderick.
"What fools women are not to have a
regular profession! IfIhad daughter,
I'd bring her up self-supporting insti-
tuition"
And Mr.. Broderick disappeared nto
his room, in the midst whereof stood a
girl with Tapping slippers, portentous
shawl and bonnet which had original
ly' been manufactured for a woman
twice her size.
"Who are you 7" demanded Mr. Brod.
erick.
'Please, sir, Pm Sally-the washer.
woman's Sally" was the response.
"And what do you want here ?" said
Mr.. Broderick.
"Please, sir, I've come to bring your
things said Sally, chattering on hel
lesson like parrot. "And, please, sir,
her tumble duty, and she 'opes they'll
suit, but it was that damp and muggy
Monday and Tuesday, as starch wouldn't
| stick. and she zones yOn'Il excuse all