St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1881-02-12

tracing the least notice from the
world of patrons and pupils. There
we're SD many capable music teach
ers, willing to give lessons at moder-
ate prices. nowadays, and how WIS
any one to know how sorely slie
needed the money?
And as the time crept on. and no
pupils came, Honora began seriously
to ask herself whether she could go
out in some menial capacity, or stay
genteelly at home and starve.
CLOTHES, ma'am!'
Honora started from her reverie
as the washerwoman's stumpy little
girl banged herself. like human
battering-ram, up against the door,
with preposterously large basket
on her arm.
YES" said Honora. coloring.
"Put them down, Sally. But LIN
afraid it isn't convenient to pay
your mother to-day"
Mother didn't say not ing bout
the pay" said Sally, wiping her
forehead with 4 whisk of her arm
and shifting herself well-nigh off
her feet. Il 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 Tues
dav, as starch wouldn't stick, and
she 'opes you'll excuse all mistakes.
as they shall be done better next
time
81 dare say they are quite right
said Honora, with a little sigh, as
she maryeled at this unexpected ex-
cess ef courtesy on the part of her
laundress.
Blu. when Sally had stumpet off
downstairs, her Tapping slippers
beating a sort of tattoo us sue went.
and Miss haywood took off the
fringed towel that covered the bas
ket of clothes, she gave II little start.
Shirts, said Honora, "and socks
and turn over collars. No. l6, aud
great big pocke.-handkerchiefs, like
the sails of a ship, and white vests,
and-soodness me! what does 1t all
mean9 Mrs. Mulyey has sent me
some gentleman's wardrobe by mis-
take. must send these buck at
onec'
But then Hiss haywood looked
down at the articles in grave com
Isiderat:on.
Ii never had . Brother. ,sa.ssd
Miss haywood; "aEd | can renscm-
her my father; but of this I am
quite certaiu-if / bad either one
~ the ether l sIlonld thank any
girl to mend their Gi,apidated ward
r,'bes if they looked hike this. And
Mrs Mulrey can't send betor. night
an unfortunately I've nothing To
dn. SO LII iust menl this poor fel- |
low S clothes. whoever lie may be. |
\ half starved Theological student |
perhaps, training for the Polynes;an |
islands, or perhaps a newspaper re- |
porter, or II pale clerk under the
d,zz'ing 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 !
Horora Mavwnoi's little rosebud
OF mouth, rs she sat down to darn
holes, sew on tape, and insert
patches.
He'll never know who did it"
said Hnnora to herself, .bnt 1 dare
say he will be thankful; aud if one
gets chance to do little good in
this way. one ought not to grudge
ones time and trouble"
But as Hohora stitched away, she
mused 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 nothing, with
no Sundays or holidays and n
ladies committee, consisting of three
old maids, to "sit" upon
her the first Friday of every month.
"Ialmost thir k I'd rather starye."
thought Honora But. denr me!
starving is a serious business when
one comes TO consider it face to face
Sally Mulrey came back, putting
and blowing like a human whale,
in abe mt two hours.
Mother says she's sent the wrong
basket" said she, breathlessly.
Il thought it very probable Sally"
said Miss Haywood. /,
"And mothers compliments"
added Sally. "and she can't under
AXE your things no longer, Hiss