Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1882-05-18
A. SEWING-GIRL.

"Now, girls, this won't dor said
Madame Melini, pouncing in upon the
six pale sewing girls, like wolf into a
flock of lambs. mo it will never do
in the worldI rdon't pay you all exor-
bitant wages to CIT with your hands
folded like fine ladies. Miss Sedgewick,
we are waiting for that lavender silk
polonaise. Lucy Llsle, why doyou not
go on with those buttonholes? Miss
Fox, you will be so good as to change
your seat from the window to the mid
dls Of the room at once!"
"But, Madame / can't sec there to lay
on these fine bias foldsv' pleaded Miss
Fox.
"You mean you can't see the carts and
carriages in the street, and the type-set-
ters at the windows opposite!' retorted
Madame Molini, whose true nomencla :
turs was 'Mullens, and who had been a
Mllliner's apprentice, in the goodly city
of Cork, before she set up on Sixth ave-
nue. as q French naodiste.
Lucy Lisls caught up her work.
Il stopped lust minute Madame,
with that bad stItch in my side" she
said and began to stitch away with
eager haste.
elf you're sick, said Madame, severe
ly "you had better go home and send
for the doctor. While you are here
your time is mine, bought and paid forl"
While Miss Sedgewick, in selt-defense
urged that she had not enough silk
gimp to trim the polonalse and was wait
ing for more.
mot enough" shrllly repeated mad
ams-'not enonghl l measured that
trimming myself, and known there is
enough. You may just rip that off again,
and sew it on higher up, and more eco
nomicaIly; and shall deduct this morn
ing's lost time from your wagesl What's
that, Flora Fay-the mode colored silk
dreSs2 Finished2 And where are the
two and half yards which were left2"
II folded them up with the dress, ma
dame, said Flora Fay an innocent, blue
eyed young girl recently from the coun-
try, VINO stood, in an unconsciouslY
graceful attitude, before the fat and for
id dressmaker.
''Then you were goose for yonr
pains, shortly retorted Madame Molini,
as she unfastened the parcel, abstracted
the piece of ghstening uncat silk, and
vhisked it away upon the shelf. 1.-TWO
yards and a half isn't much, but it is
better than nothing"
Flora Fay opened her innocent blue
eyes wide.
What is she going to do with it?'
she asked Miss Fox, in whisper, as
madame rustled off to scold the errand
boy for putting too much coal on the
gratefre.
Don't you know little silly?"laughed
Miss Fox. ''It is what she cabbages p
"Cabbages?"repeated Flora, in amaze.
ment. 81 don't understand you.
"You will when you see the mode silk
made up into a sleeveless basque fol
madame" said the other, trimmed with
the gimp that was left from Mrs. Au-
brey's dinner dress, and the pearl fringe
from Mrs. Ossett's white damGsse bal
costume"
"But you don't mean," said the
breathless Flora that madame takes the
silk that is left from the customers
dresses?"
"Goosiel" cried Miss Fox, "don't
talk nonsense any longer. 1t is what
every fashionable dressmaker does, anC
''There's the reception-room bell,
shr1lly called madame. ''Mlss Fay, an
swer it at cncel"
Harry Drake was standing in the
room. all glistening with satin drapery
gildsd mouldings and huge mirrors
when Flora came in-Harry Drake, the
young sea-captaim who boarded at the
same quiet and inexpensive house wher'
Flora was allowed o hall bedroom at {
reasonable rate, on account of Mrs. Dodd,
having once boarded q summer at the
old Fay farmhouse up among the Berk
shire bills, and still retaining kind re
collection of Mrs. Fay's kindness during
an illness which overlook her there.
ooh, Miss Fay, is it your" said Harry
'Do you work hereP Upon my word
Won seem to be in very comfortable
quarters.
"But don't stay here all the while,
said Flora, noting how his glance wan
dered from gliding to freseo, Axminis