The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1882-04-22

SAD MISS mhyWOOd-
s.And mothers compliments added
Sally sand 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 - $50
Honora felt herself growing scarlet.
Il am very sorry, Sally said she.
ssPlease tell your mother | will settle
my bill as soon as possibly can
Sally fiounced out of the room, red
and indignant, like an over-charged
thunder-cloud, and poor little Honora,
dropping her head on her hands, burst
into tears.
s'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 see on the stairs now and
Them explained Mr.. Broderick. Mice
figure-big, soft eyes, like gazelle.
believe some one told me she was mu-
sie-teaeher Is shea''
That her profession" answered Mrs.
Pennypaeker. .But there amt many
pupils as wants tuition, and poor little
dear, she has had hard time of itr'
ssHumphr' grunted Mr.. Broderick.
'tWhat fools women are not to have a
regular profession! If I had a daughter,
I'd bring her up self supporting insti-
tution!''
And Mr. Broderick disappeared into
his room, in the midst whereof stood
girl with tapping slippers, pretentious
shawl and bonnet which had original
Il
her size.
''Who are you, my good girl?" de-
manded Mr. Broderick.
please, sir, I'm Sally, the washerwo-
mans Sally" was the response.
Sand what do you want herep"
s.Please, sir, I've come to bring your
things" said Sally, chattering off her
lesson like q 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?n demanded Mr..
Broderick, whose hawk eyes had caught
sight of the dainty needlework upon his
garments.
Nobody mended 'em," said Sally.
s.And mother she says it's easy to see as
the new gent is a bachelor, on account
of the holes in his heels and toes, and
strings off his dickeys.'
Il can tell you who mended 'em,a said
Mrs. Pennypacker, for see her at it,
the pretty dear.-Miss haywood. And
says she, i don't know whose they are,
Mrs. Pennypacker; but they need mend
ing, and a kind action never comes
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s'Humphi" said Mr.. Broderick; s'she's
right-no more it does. And she's a
regular scientist at the needle, is Miss
Haywood. Just look at that patch, Mrs.
Pennypackeri '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 1 like to see things
doner'
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.
It 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 Alderney butter
instead of lard. ~
,'.Oh, deari oh, dearr' sighed Mrs. Pen
nypacker; ''what an awful thing it is to
be an old bachelor, to be sure.''
HE won't be a bachelor much long
en-" said Honora, laughing and color
ing as she laid her cheek on the land
lady's shoulder
what do you mean?'
s'He has asked me to marry him after
only fortnight's acquaintance- He
says that Il girl who can mend stockings
as do needs no other test. And he says
he loves me; and-and-''
''Wellp"
81 almost think 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.
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