The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-07-12

the sails of n ship, and white vests,
and-goodness me, what does 1t mean
Mrs. Mulvey has sent some gentleman's
wardrobe by mistake. l must send
these back Mt once"
But then Miss haywood looked at the
articles in grave consideration
81 never had u brother" mused Miss
haywood "and l can't remember my
father but of this l am quite certain,
if had either one or the other, l should
thank any girl to mend their dilapidated
wardrobes, If they looked like this
And Mrs. Mulvey can't send before
night, and unfortunately I've nothing
to do, so III just mend this poor fellows
clothes, whoever he may be. A half
starved theological student, perhaps a
newspaper reporter, or pale clerk,
under the dazzling skylight of some dry
goods palace. AT all events he is worse
off than l am, for he can't mend his
own clothes and L can''
And the smiles dimpled around Hone
ra 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 aud if one can get IA chance
to do little good in this world one
ought not to grudge ones time and
trouble"
And as Honora stitched away she
unused sadly whether or not she ought
TO accept the position which had offered
itself of assistant matron in an orphan
asylum, where the work would be most
unendurable, and the pay next to moth
ing with no Sundays nor holidays, and
ladies' committee of three starched
old maids to "sit" upon her the first
Friday of every month.
Il almost think I'd rather starve,"
said Honora. But, dear me dear me
starving is serious business when one
comes to consider it face to face"
Sally Mulvey came back putting and
blowing like u human whale, in about
two hours.
Mother says she sent the wrong
basket, said she breathlessly.
6 thought it very probable, Sally"
said Miss haywood.
And mothers compliments" added
Sally, "and she can't undertake your
things any longer, Miss haywood,
cause she does cash business, and
there amt nothing been paid on your
account since last June"
Honora felt herself turning scarlet.
:" am very sorry, Sally" said she;
'tell your mother L will settle the 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 head in her hands, burst into tears.
'' Pretty girl, that-very pretty" said
Mr.. Broderick, the old bachelor to his
landlady.
"Do you mean"
mean the young lady boarder of
yours that l see on the stairs now and
then, )" said Mr.. Broderick. " Nice figure
big soft eyes like gazelle. Didn't
some one tell me that she was music
teacher ?"
That's her professlon," said Mrs.
Pennypac1er. But there amt many
pupils as wants tuition, and, poor little
dear, she has but hard time of it.
Humph !" grunted Mr.. Broderick,
"What fools women are, not to have a
regular profession If L had daughter
I'd bring her up a selfsupporting in
stitution."
And Mr.. Broderick disappeared into
his room in the midst whereof stood
girl, with Tapping slippers,a "a pretentlous
shawl and bonnet which had originally
been manufactured for a woman twice
her size.
"Who are your" demanded Mr.. Brod-
erick
Please, sir, I'm Sally-the washer
woman's Sally" was the response.
"And what do you want here 2" said
Mr.. Broderick.
"Please, sir, we come to bring your
things.' chattering Off her 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
'opes you'll excuse all mistakeslas they
shall be done better next time, ,sir-please
sir"
"Who mended 'em ?" demanded Mr..
Broderick, whose hawk.eye had already
caught sight of the dainty needlewOrk
upon his garments.