The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-06-21

vi tattoO Us bne went, ana MISS haywood
took Off the fringed towel that covered the
basket Of clothes, she gave little start.
"shirts," said Honora, "and socks, and
turnover collars, No. 10, and great, big
pocket handkerchieis, like the sails of a
ship, and white vests, and-goodness me
what does it all mean? Mrs. Mulvey has
sent me some gentleman's wardrobe by
mistake. must send these things buck
at once"
But then Miss haywood looked down al
the articles in grave consideration.
~ never had o brother" unused Miss
Haywood; "and l can't remember my faith.
er; but OF this l am quite certain, if had
either one or the other, should thank q
girl to mend their dilapidated wardrobes
ii they looked like this. And Mrs. Mul;
vey can't send before night, and unfortu.
nately have nothing to do, so I'll just
mend this poor young fellows clothes,
whoever he may be. A halfstarved the
Foiosioal student, perhaps, training for the
Polyneslan Islands; or, perhaps newspa.
per reporter, or pale clerk under the daz-
cling sky-lights Of some dry goods palace.
AT all events, he's worse off than am, for
he can't mend his own clothes and Ican.'
And the smiles dimpled around Honora
Maywoods little rosebud of mouth, as
she sat down to darn holes, sew on tapes,
and insert patches.
Hell never know who did it," said
Honora to herself, "but dare say he'll be
thankful; and if one can get chance to do
a little good in this world, one ought not
to grudge ones time and trouble"
And us Honora stitched away she unused
sadly whether or not she ought to accept a
patron which had offered itself as assistant
matron in an orphan asylum, where the
work would be almost uncomfortable, and
the pay next to nothing, with no Sundays
or holidays and a ladies' committee, con-
slstihg OF three starched old maids, to "sit''
upon her the first Friday Of every month.
81 almost think I'd rather starve," said
Honora. "But, dear Inc! starving is a Sc.
rious business, when one comes to consid-
er it face to face"
Salley Mulvey came back, putting and
blowing like human whale, in about two
hours.
"NIother says she's sent the wrong bask,
et," said she, breathlessly. -,
81 thought it very probable, Sally" said
Miss haywood.
"Atid mothers compliments" added
Sally, "and she can't undertake your
things no longer Miss haywood, cause she
does cash business, and there amt moth
ing been paid on your account since last
June"
Honora felt herself turn scarlet.
81 am very sorry, Sally" said she. "Tell
your mother l will settle my bill as soon
as ] noOsibly can"
Sally flouncod out OF the room, red and
indignant. like an overcharged thunder
cloud, and poor little Honora, dropping
her head on her hands, burst into tears.
"Pretty girl that-very pretty" said Mr..
Broderick, the old bachelor, to his land
lady.
"Do you mean"
II mean the young lady boarder OF
yours that ] see on the stairs now and
then,' said Mr.. Broderick. ''Nice figure
big, soft eyes, like a gazelle. Didn't
some one tell me she was music tcacher?"
"That's her profession" said Mrs. Pen.
nypacker. "But there amt many pupils
as wants tuition, and, poor little dear, she
has but hard time OF it.
"HumphI grunted Mr.. Broderick,
"What fools women are not to have reg
ular profession. Ii l had a daughter I'd
bring her up self.supporting institution.
And Mr.. Broderick disappeared into his
room, in the midst whereof stood girl
with tapping slippers, q portentious shawl
and bonnet, which had originally been
manufactured for woman twice her size
"Please, sir, I'm sally-the washerwom-
ans Sallyl was the response.
"And what do you want here?" said Mr..
Broderiek.
"Please, sir, I've como to bring your
things" said Sally, chattering off her les
son like a 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 excure all mistakes, as
they shall be done better next time, sir
please, sir.
"Who mended emf" demanded Mr..
Broderick, whose hawk eye had already
caught sight OF the dainty needlework upon
his garments.
Nobody mended EN-" 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."
II can tell who mended EN-" said Mrs.
Pennypacker, "for I saw her at it, the
pretty dear-Miss Maywoodl And says
she, 81 don't know whose they are, Mrs
Pennypacker; but, says she, they need
mending and kind action never comes