New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1882-04-19

as luAn, Wner0 Cuo work WOulU % a.
most uncomfortable, and the pay next to
nothing, with no Sundays or holidays,
and q ladies' committee, consisting OF
three starched old maids, to ..sit' upon
her the first Friday of every month.
II almost think I'd starve," said Ho.
nora. "But dear me! starving is seri-
Gus business, when one comes to consid-
or it face to face.'
Sally Mulvey came back, putting and
blowing like human whale, in about
two hours.
.'Mother said she sent the wrong
basket" said she breathlessly.
~ thought it very probable, Sally -
said Miss haywood.
':And mothers compliments, added
| Sally land she can't undertake your
things no longer, because she does cash
business, and there hain't nothing been
paid on your account ever since last
June.''
Honora felt herself growing scarlet.
II am very sorry, Sally said She
':Please tell your mother I will settle
my bill as soon as possibly CAM
Sally flounced out of the room, red
and indignant, like an ovcr-chargcd
thunder-cloud, and poor little Honora,
dropping her head on her hands, burst
into tears.
pretty, girl that-very pretty in
Decd" remarked Mr.. Broderick, an old
bachelor, to Mrs. Pennypacker, the land
lady.
''Do you mean
81 mean the young lady boarder of
yours that I see on the stairs now and
them explained Mr.. Broderick. ''Nice
fgure-big, soft eyes, like gazelle. I
believe some one told me she was mu-
sic-teacher. Is she?''
Chat her profession" answered Mrs.
! Pennypacker: ''But there amt many
pupils as wants tuition, and poor little
dear, she has had hard time of it!''
"Humph!'' grunted Mr.. Broderick.
''What fools women are not to have
regular profession! If had daughter,
I'd bring her up self supporting insti-
tution!''
And Mr.. Brodcrick disappeared into
his room, in the midst whereof stood
girl with Tapping slippers, pretentious
shawl and a bonnet which had original
~ been manufactured for awoman twice
her size.
"Who are you, my good girl"' de-
manded Mr.. Broderick.
''Please, sir, I'm Sally, the washerwo-
mans Sally was the response.
''And what do you want here?''
''Please, sir, I've come to bring your
things" said Sally chattering off her
lesson like parrot. "And, please, sir,
her tumble duty, and she hopes they'll
suit, but it was that damp and muggy
Monday and Tuesday as starch wouldn't
stick; and she hopes you'll excuse all
mistakes, as they shall be done better
next time, SIR
''Who mended them?' demanded Mr..
Broderick, whose hawk eyes had 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 bachelor, on account
of the holes in his heels and toes, and
strings off his dickeys.''
Il can tell you who mended 'em," said
Mrs. Pennypacker, ''for I see her at it,
tho pretty dear!-Miss haywood. And
says she, L don't know whose they are,
Mrs. Pennypacker; but they need mend
ing, and kind action never comes
amiss.' No more it does, bless herr
''Humph!'' said Mr. Broderick; ''she's
right-no more it does. And she's q
regular scientist at the needle, is Miss
haywood. just look at that patch, Mrs.
Pennypacker! 'Euclid's Geometry
couldn't produce a straighter line or
truer angles. See the toe of that stock
ing! It's like piece of Gobelin tapestry.
That's the way like to see things
dQpe?'
And Mr.. Broderick never rested until
he had been formally introduced to
Honora haywood, and thanked her with
equal formality for the good Offices she
had 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 Attorney butter
instead of lard.
"Oh, dear! oh, dear!' sighed Mrs. PEN
nypacker; ''what an awful thing it is to
be an old bachelor, to be sure!'
'.He won't be bachelor much long,
err said Honora, laughing and color
ing as she laid her cheek on the land
lady's shoulder.
"What do you mean?''
''He has asked me to marry him after
only fortnight's acquaintance. He
says that girl who can mend stockings
as do needs no other test. And he says
he loves me; and-and-''
''Wen?''
II almost think I love himr' whisper
ed Miss haywood.
And so the problem of Honora's soil
tary life was solved, all through the
magic influence of needle and thread.