Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-09-30
ONLY A MILLINER,

Come, young ladies, this won't dor' said Madame Molini. No, it will never do! l don't pay you wages to sit and fold your hands like fine ladies. Miss Sedgwick, we are waiting for that lav- ender silk polonaise. Lucy Lisle, why do you not go on with those buttonholes? Miss Fox, you will be so good as to change your seat from the window to the middle of the room at oncer
 ''But, madame, 1 can't see there to lay on these fine pleatings," pleaded Miss Fox
 You mean you can't see the car riages in the street. and the shopmen at the windows opposite,n retorted Ma dame Molini, whose true nomenclature was "Mullens," and who had been a milliner's apprentice in the goodly city of Cork, before she set up in Broadway as French modiste.
 Lucy Lisle caught up her work.
 ''l stopped just minute, madame, with that bad pain in my side," she said, beginning to stitch away in eager haste.
 ''If you're Sick" said madame, se- verely, you had better go home and send for the doctor While you are hero your time is mine, bought and paid for"
 While Miss Sedgwick, in self-defence, urged that she had not enough silk gimp to trim the polonaise and was waiting for more.
 Not enough" shrilly repeated mad ame-''not enough. I measured that trimming myself, and 1 know that there is enough. You may just rip it off again, and sew it on higher up, and more economically; and 1 shall deduct this mornings lost time from your wages! Whats that, Flora Fay-the dove-colored silk dress? FinishedP And where are the two and half yards which were left?''
 Il folded them up with the dress mad anne" said Flora Fay, an innocent, blue eyed young girl, recently from the coun- try, who stoodin an unconsciouslv grace ful attitude, before the fat and forid dressmaker.
 Then you were goose for your pains" shortly retorted Madame Molini. as she unfastened the parcel, abstracted the piece of glistening, uncut silk, and whisked it away upon shelf 1.-Two yards and 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 a whisper, as madame rustled off to scold the errand- boy for putting too much coal on the fire.
 Don't you know, little silly?" whis- pered Miss Fox, laughing. Its what she cabbagesr'
 "Cabbages?'' repeated Flora, in amaZement. T don't understand you. D
 You will, when you sec the dove silk made up into sleeveless basque for madame" said the other, trimmed with the gimp that was left from Mrs. Aubrey's dinner-dress, and the pearl fringe from Mrs Ossett's white dGmasse ball costume"
 But you don't mean" said breath. less Flora. that madame takes the silk that is left from the customers dress es?''
 ''Goosien cried Miss Fox, don't talk nonsense any longer It's what every fashionable dressmaker does.' The dress was sent home, but the lady for whom it had been made called on Madame Molini the next day. She knew her rights, and was prepared to defend them.
 ''Where is the material I sent" said she to Miss Fox, who was in attendance in the show room. ''It is not all made up into the dress. I had purchased enough for a new waist and sleeves, and it is not here"
 You must be mistaken" said Miss Fox, with an aspect of polite impassibil. ity. "The bias puffs and folds cut ur the material shockingly, and-''
 But at this moment little Flora Fay who was packing some tulle capes and fichus into band-box, at the back oi the room, rose and came forward witt deepening color.
 There are two yards and a half oi the dove colored silk, Miss Fox," she interrupted; don't you remember?- the shelf in the back room.'' Miss Fox colored and bit her lip.
 Madame Molini, with continuously. darkened face, twitched the two wards and half of silk off the shelf, folded il into paper, and handed it to Mrs. Fortescue, muttering something about "a mistake made by one of her young women;' and the young lady departed.
 She had hardly closed the door be- hind her, however, when Madame Mo- l lini turned mon poor Flora Fay. with a