The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1881-12-14
NUMBER 13.

"Mother said she sent the wrong bas-
ket, :" said she breathlessly.
| &C. thought it very probable, Sally"
said Miss haywood.
60 And mothers compliments, added
Sally, sand 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 turning scarlet.
&C. am very sorry, Sally" said she.
sTell your mother I will settle my bill
as soon as 1 possibly CAM
| Sally founced 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.
"Prettly girl, that-very pretty said
Mr.. Broderick, the old bachelor, to his
landlady.
"Do you mean"
"I mean the young lady. boarder OF
yours that see on the stairs now and
| them" said Mr.. Broderick. ssNice figure
big, soft eyes, like q gazelle. Didn't
some one tell me she was music
/ teacherp"
"That's her profession" said Mrs
/ Pennypacker. sBut there amt many
pupils as wants tuition, and, poor little
dear, has had but hard time of it,
"Humphi" grunted Mr.. BrodericE.
What fools women are not to have a
regular professionI If had daughter,
I'd bring her up seh-supporting insti-
tion."
And Mr.. Broderick disappeared into
| hio voorr, in tho MD Of oI.oof -4<.l :.
| girl with Tapping slippers, pretentious
shawl and a bonnet which had originally
been manufactured for q woman twice
her size.
"Who are your" demanded Mr..
Broderick.
" Please, sir, I'm Sally-the washer
woman's Sally!" was the response.
I" And what do you want herePn said
Mr.. Broderick.
/" Please, sir, I've come to bring your
things" said Sally, chattering off her
lesson like parrot. sAnd, 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 'opes you'll ex-
cuse all mistakes, as they'll be done bet
ter next time, sir-please, sir.'
"Who mended 'em," demanded Mr..
Broderick, whose hawk eyes had already
caught sight of the dainty needlework
upon his garments.
+" Nobody mended 'em," said Sally.
"And mother she says it's easy to see
as the new gent is a bachelor, on ac-
count of the holes in his heels and toes,
and strings off his dickeys.''
"I can tell you who mended 'em,''
said Mrs. Pennypacker, for see her
i 81 ov,1 n L
And says she, I don't know whose they
are, Mrs. Pennypacker; but,' says she,
they need mending-and kind action
never comes amiss.5 No more it does,
sir, Lord bless herl''
"Humphi' said Mr.. Broderick;
'sshe's right-no more it does. And
she's a regular scientist at the needle, is
Miss haywood. just look at that patch,
Mrs. Pennypackeri sEuclid's Geome-
| try couldn't produce a straighter line
or truer angles. See the toe of that
stocking! It's like piece of Goblin tap
estry. That's the way 1 like to see things
doneln
And Mr.. Broderick never rested until
he had been formally introduced to
Honora haywood, and thanked her
with equal formality for the good of
fees she had unwittingly rendered him.
1t was golden October evening that
Honora came down into the Kitchen
where Mrs. Pennypacker was baking
pies for her eccentric boarder, with the
crusts made of the best Alderney butter
instead OF lard.
"Oh, dear! oh, dearl" said Mrs.
Pennypacker; "what thing it is to be
an old bachelor"
"He won't be bachelor much long
er," said Honora, laughing and coloring
as she laid her cheek on the good land
lady's cushioning shoulder.
"What do you mean?" said Mrs. Pen
nypacker.
"He has asked me to marry him.
said Honora, s'after only two weeks ac-
quaintance. He says that girl who
can mend stockings as I do needs no
other test. And he says he loves me;
and-and-"
"Well?''
ssI almost think 1 love himin whis-
pered Miss haywood.
And so the problem of Honora's soil
tary life was solved, all through the
magic influence of ssNeedle and
Thread"
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