The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1882-07-11

stairs, her tapping slippers beating o
sort of tattoo as she went and Miss Nav
wood took off the fringed towel that
covered the basket of clothes she gave q
little start.
"Shirts," said Honors, sand turnover
collars, No. 16, and great big pocket
handkerchiefs, like the sails OF ship,
aud white vests, and goodness me !
what does it all mean2 Mrs. Mulvey
has sent me some gentleman's wardrobe
by mistake. / must send these things
back at once"
But then Miss haywood looked down
at the articles in grave consideration.
81 never had a brother" unused Miss
haywood, "and / can't remember my
father; but of this am quite ,certsin, il
I had either one or the other, should
thank girl to mend their dilapidated
wardrobes, il they looked like this And
Mrs. Mulvev can't send till night, and
unfortunately / have nothing to do, SC
I'll just mend this poor fellows clothes
whoever he may be. A half-starved the
ologlcsl student. perhaps, training fol
the Polynesian Islands; or, perhaps. 6
newspaper reporter, or pale clerk uu.
der The dszzliug skylights Of some dry
goods palace. At all events he's worse
off than / am, for he can't mend his own
clothes aud CAM
And the smiles dimpIed around Ho
nora Msywood's little rosebud Of 8
mouth as she sat down to darn holes
sew on tapes, and insert patches.
"He'Il never know who did IT." said
Honora to herself, shut daresay he'll
be thankful; and il one can get chance
to do q little good in this world, one
ought not to grudge ones time and
trouble"
And as Honora stitched away she
mused sadly whether or not she ought
to accept a position which had offered
itself as assistant matron IN an orphan
asylum, where the work would be almost
unendurahle, and the pay next to moth
ing, with no Sundays nor holidays, ard
a ladies' committee. consisting of three
starched old maids, to "sil" upon her the
frst Friday of every month
81 almost think I'd rather starve,' -
said Honora. "But, dear me! starving
is a serious business when one comes to
consider it face to face"
Sally Mulvey came back, putting and
like a human whale, in about
two hours.
"Mother says she's sent the wrong
basket" said she hreathleaslv.
81 thought it very probable, Sally" "
said Miss haywood
''And mothers compliments" aided
Sally, sand she can't undertake your
things any longer, Miss haywood
cause she does cash business. aud there
amt nothing been paid on your account
since last June"
Honora felt herself turning scarlet
''f am very sorry, Sally" said she
''Tell your mother will settle my bill
as soon as l possibly csn.'
Sally 6ounced out of the room red
and indignant, like an overcharged thun.
der cloud, and Door little Honora drop.
ping her head on her hands burst into
tears.
"Pretty girl, thst-verv pretty" said
Mf. Broderick, the old bachelor, to his
gsno uo,, u,oop-O
81 mean the young lady boarder Of
yours that / see on the stsirs now and
them" said Mr.. Broderick. "Nice figure
big, soft eyes like a gazelle. Didn't
some one tell me che was music teach.
er ?"
That's her profession" said Mrs.
Pennvpacker. "But there amt manv
pupils as want tuition. and, poor, little
dear, she has hard time OF it."
"Humphp grun,ed Mr.. Broderick
'.Wbat fools women are not To have q
regular profession. If had daughter
I'd bring her up a self-supportiDg insti-
tuition.
And Mr.. Broderick disappeared into
his room. in the midst whereof stood a
girl with tapping slippers, portentious
shawl and bonnet. which had originally
been manufactured for q woman twice
ber size.
"Who are you ?" demanded Mr. Brod.
erick."
"PIease, sir, Tn Sallv-the washer
woman's Sally" was the response
"And what do you want here?" said
Mr.. Broderick.
"Please, sir, I've come to bring your
said Sally, chatsering off her
lesson like parrot. "And please. sir.
her. tumble duty, and she 'opes they'll
suit, hut it was that damp and muggv
Monday and Tuesday as starch wouldn't
stick; and che 'opes you'll excuse all
mistakes, as they'll he done better next
time. sir-please, sir "
"Who mended them ?" demanded Mr.
whose hawk eye had already
caught sight Of the dainty needlework
upon his garments.
"Nohody meDded EN-" ssid Sally.
"And mother she said it's easv to see as
the new gent is q bachelor on account oil
the holes in the heels and toes and the
strings Of his dickeys."
81 can tell you who mended them, u
said Mrs. Pennypacker. "for see her al
it. the pretty dear-Miss haywood
And says she. i don't know whose they
are, Mrs. Pennvpacker. but they need
mending; and kind action never comes
amiss.' No more it does, sir, Lord bless
herr
"HumDh!" said M. Broderick. She's
right-no more it does And she's 8
regular scientist at the needle, is Miss
May wood Just look at that patch, Mrs
Pennypacker! Eucld's geometry could
not produce straigh'er line or truer an,
giles See the toe of that stocking! Its
like a piece of goblin tapestry. That's
the wav I like TO see things done!'
Aud Mr. Broderick never rested unit
he had been formally introduced to Ho.
nora haywood, aud he thanked her witt
equal fornality tor the good Officers she
had unwittinglv rendered him.
1t was a golden October evening tina
Honors came down in the kitchen. where
Mrs. Pennypacker was making pies fn
her eccentric boarder, with the crus
made Of the best Attorney butter insteat