The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1881-04-21

| palace. At all events he g worse OF than
I aG:, for he can't mend his own clothes,
and L can."
And the smiles dimpled around Honora
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 mus
Ell sadly whether or not she ought to ac-
cert position which had offered itself,
of assistant matron in an orphan asylum,
where the work would be most unendur-
able and the pay next to nothing, 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.
ST almost think I'd rather starve, y
thought Honora. "But dear me! starv-
ing 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 bas-
ket," said she breathlessly.
II thought it very probable, Sally, -
said Miss haywood.
"And mothers compliments, added
Sally, "and she can't take your things
any longer, Miss haywood, cause she
does q cash business, and there amt
nothing been paid on your account since
June"
''I am very sorry, Sally" said she.
"TeL your mother I will settle my bill as
soon as possible
Sally founced out of the room, red and
indignant, like an overcharged thunder
cloud, and poor little Honora, dropping
her hands in her lap, burst into tears.
pretty 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
then" said Mr.. Broderick. "Nice figure
big, soft eyes, like gazelle. Did
some one tell me she was a music teach
er?"
That's her profession" said Mrs.
Pennypacker. "But there ain any pu-
pills as wants tuition, and the poor little
dear, she has a hard time of it to get
along"
'Humph!" said MIR. Broderick. "What
fools women are not to have some regu-
lar nrofession! If had daughter I'd
ton"
And Mr.. Broderick disappeared into
his room in the midst whereof stood a
girl with tapping slippers, pretentious
shawl and bonnet which had originally
been manufactured for woman twice
her size
"Who are you2" demanded Mr.. Brod-
erick.
"Please, sir, I'm 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 off her les
son like parrot. "And please sir, her
'umble duty, and 'opes they'll suit, but
it was damp and muggy on Monday and
Tuesday, and the starch wouldn't stick
and she 'opes you'll excuse all mistakes,
as they shall be done better next time,
sir-please, SIR"
who mended them?" demanded Mr..
Broderick, whose hawk-eye had already
caught sight of the dainty neelework on
his garments.
Nobody mended EN-" said Sally,
land mother says it's easy to see as the
new gent is a bachelor, on account of the
holes in his heels and toes, and the
strings off his dickeys."
81 can tell you who mended EN-" said
Mrs. Pennypacker, for I SEQ her at it,
this pretty dear-Miss Haywood. "And, ~
says she, 81 don't know whose they are,
Mrs. Pennypacker? 1ut, says she, "they
| need mendin-and a kind action never
| comes amiss.' No more it does. sir. Lord
| bless her"
"Humph!" said Mr.. Broderick; s'she's
right-no more it does. And she is a
| regular little scientist at the needle, is
Miss haywood. Just look at that patch,
! Mrs. Pennypacker! Euclid's geometry
coIld not produce @ straighter line or
truer angles. See the toe of that stock
ing! 1t is like piece of Gobelin tapestry.
That's the way I like to have things
| donel"
! And Mr.. Broderick never rested until
he had been formally introduced to Ho-
nora haywood, and had thanked her
with equal formality for the good services
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 crust
made of the best Alderney butter instead
/ of lard
"Oh, dear! oh dear" said Mrs. Penny
packer; what thing it is to be an old
bachelor"
''He won't be an old bachelor much
longer, " said Honora, laughing and col
oring, as she laid her cheek on the good
landlady's cushioned shoulder.
"What do you mean?" said Mrs. Pen