The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1881-10-06

poor fellows clothes, whoever he may
be. A half-starved theological student,
perhaps, training for the Polynesian
Islands; or perhaps newspaper re-
porter, or pale clerk under the daz.
cling skylights Of some dry goods pal.
ace. At all events he's worse off than
/ am, for he can't mend his own clothes
and can"
And the smiles dimpled around
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 to grudge ones
time and trouble"
And as Honora stitched away, she
unused sadly whether or not she ought
to accept a 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 ladies' committee, consisting OF
three starched old maids, to "sit" upon
her the first Friday of every month.
~ almost think I'd rather starve,"
said Eionora. "Dut, dear me starving
is q 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
basket" said she, breathlessly. IN
81 thought it very probable, Sally"
said Miss haywood.
Sand 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 &C
count since last June"
H0nora felt herself turning scarlet.
II am very sorry, Sally" said she.
"Tell your mother will settle my bill
as soon as possibly cam"
Sally aounced out of the room, red
and indignant, like an overcharged
thunder, cloud, and poor little Honors,
dropping her head on her hands, burst
into tears.
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"Pretty girl that-very pretty" said
Mr.. Broderick, the old bachelor, to his
landlady. T. p INN
Do you mean" H.,:.#.
81 mean the young lady boarder of
yours that l see on the stairs now and
then" said Mr.. Broderick. "Nice fig
ure--big, soft eyes, like gazelle.
Didn't some one tell me she was a
music teacher?'
THAT'S her profession" said Mrs.
Pennypackef. "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 / had daugh.
ter, IA bring her up self-supporting
institution"
And Mr.. Broderick disappeared into
his room, in the midst whereof stood q
girl with tapping slippers, a portentous
shawl and bonnet which had origin
ally been manufactured for woman
twice her size. aa
"Who are you?" demanded Mr..
Broderick.
please, sir, I'm sally-the washer
woman's Sally" was the response.
HAnd what do you want here?" said
Mr.. .Broderick.
Please, sir, I've come to bring your
things said Sally, chattering Of 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 she 'opes you'll
excuse all mistakes, as they shall be
done better next time, sir--please, SIR"
"Who mended 'em?" demanded Mr..
BrodericK,, whose hawk eye had al
ready caught sight IF the dainty needle
work upon his garments,
Nobody, mended 'em," said Sally.
"And mother she says it's easy to see
as the new gent is q bachelor, on &C
count Of the holes inlhis heels and toes
and strings off his dickeys.' asa
~ can tell you who mended 'em,"
said Mrs. Pennypacker, ''for l see her
at it, the pretty dear-Miss haywood |!
And says she, I don't know whose they
are, Mrs. Pennypacker; bat,' says She,
they need mending- and a kind action
never comes amiss.' No more it does,
sir, Lord bless her pa fFi
"Humph |" said Mr.. Broderick;t
""she's rigbttw77no more it does. And
she's irregular scientist at the needle, is
Miss haywood. Just look at that patch,
Mrs Pennypackerl .Euclid's Geome.
try couldn't produce a straighter line
or truer angles, See the toe of that
stocking! It's like piece Of Gobelin
tapestry. That's the way l like 10 see.
things donel" II 89r3i-! gsss
And Mr.. Broderiek never rested un-
vi he had been formally introduced to
Honora haywood, and had thanked
her with equal formality for the good
offices she had unwittinsly rendered
him. ,r., ,,s.,.i..,s
1t was golden October evening that
Honora came down into the kitchen,
where Mrs. Pepnypacker was baking
pies for her eccentric boarder, with the
cTusts made Of The best Attorney butter
instead Of lard. sH 4
"Ob, dear! oh, dearf' said Mrs. PEN.
Rypacker: what . thing it Is to be an
He wont be 4 bachelor ,ntich limo.