The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-08-03

grocer's bill, and perhaps pay the baker
a little on his account. And then
will 20 back to Madame's. You will be
we'll enough to stay by yourself next
week, Elsie, will you notPN
"Oh, mamma. yes!' Dried the child.
But Madame Rapp was in a great
rage when Margaret Wharton presented
herself a few days afterwards.
ut is against all the rules and regu-
lations for my hands to underbid mt"
she said, tossing her head until all the
false puffs and frlzzes quivered like Il
capillary mountain. ''You will con-
slider yourself permanently discharged,
Wharton, from this establishment.
''Madamew gasped the poor dress
maker.
'Ah, you need not look so innocent"
screamed Madame Rapp who, like most
French women, was very excitable. 81
am not dupe-I have heard it all
how you make ball-dresses for Madame
Sutherland and Madame Peterson for
nothing - absolutely nothing! They
boast Of it; they tell my other custom
ers that swindle them, ali, that is the
word, swindle''
1T was all that they would consent
to pay, madame" explained poor Mar
garet, "and my sick child was suffering
for food and medicine, and"
but Madame Rapp with a sweeping
gesture of dismissal, sailed out of the
room like tragedy queen.
Elsie was eagerly waiting for her
mother when she returned.
"Well. mamma" said the child, glee-
fully, "where is the money! told Mrs.
Cashley to be here at four o'clock, and
the grocer is
81 have not got it, Elsie" said she.
"Mrs Sutherland had gone out and
forgotten TO leave any word for me,
and Mrs. Peterson declared that she
was not accustomed to be dunned by
tradespeople in that sort of way. / am
TO call next week. And, oh, Elsie
Madame Rapp has refused to receive
me back again.
Mamma, what are we to do?' cried
the poor girl, turning white as ashes.
Heaven only knows" the mother
murmured, with her face buried in her
hands.
AT this moment gruf, not unpleas-
ant voice, was heard on the stairs.
Amt this the placer Mother and
daughter advertised for general work,
No. -. Tredegar road, I eckham-rye.
My wife said it would be the very couple
we wanted; and if their references are
good EhP whatP Got place this
ard went awayp Well, now,
# this amt too bad, and me come all
he way from Berkshire AFTER 'emr'
Through the half-open door Margar-
1t could see the brown face, grizzed
vhiskers, and shaggy coat of the old
armer, who was in vain search of help.
With sudden impulse she rose up and
confronted him.
Mrs. Hillyard and her daughter
rave gone" said she. al am dress
maker by trade; but if | could suit you
should be very thankful, for am out
If employment at present, and have a
Ioung daughter depending on me- |
IN quito strong, though do not look
o. and j shall only be too glad and
.rateful to learn all that any kind lady
Iill teach me-"
"And can recommend her as honest
nd steady as the daylight sir" said
God Mrs. Casbley, the Iandlady, who
ad come up the stairs.
well, | declare, | don't know"
lid Farmer Bates, turning bis hat med
atively round and round in his hand.
My wife told me TO bring home a wo-
AN and her daughter, to help with
.rm and dairy work"
Il should so like to go to the coun-
y" whispered Elsie, pressing closer
} her mothers side
.So," went on the good old man,
Ii | can't get one, | must cen take
Mother How soon can you be readyPn
SO Mrs. Wharton let her few articles
furniture in payment of her rent,
nd took the train for Oakleigh Farm
lat very evening, where she found my
ife' to be a mild-faced, sweet-eyed
Id lady, full of Christian kindness,
nd universal good will to all the world.
"Well, wife" said the farmer, that
lght; show do you like our new
ousekeeper and her grip"
They're rather delicate-looking,
oshua," said Mrs. Bates, "but little
our new milk and hearty country
re will soon set them up; and they
'em so anxious to please and the
tile girl has the sweetest face ever
wv"
Fate had dealt kindly with Margaret
'harton and her fatherless child when
sent Farmer Bates to Peckham. She
ecame like a daughter TO tho elderly
ouple; and Elsie bloomei into sweet
irish health and lovoliness in the
air and breezy meadows.
nd the fevered dream of Chicago
fe seemed like forgotten relic of the
asst.
While Mrs. Peterson and Mrs. Suth-
rland (who never settled their little
us, by-the'way, although repeatedly
OF them through the post.
hce) declared that they always
fought there was something wrong
bout that Wharton woman.
Going off in that sudden, stealthy
'rt OF way" they said. Really one
mt be too careful whom one patron
es nowadays"
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