Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1882-03-02
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not in human nature not To he iiattered
at the wistful earnestnesS of this pretty
young creature with the black eyebrows
and soft dark eyes. the pink cheeks and
round chin, just indentcd by diMple
Miss Lees miniature drawing-roam vas
the prettiest and most restful place in
the world, with its portieres of dark-bua
plush, its stand OF love-birds, wax-bills,
and Java sparrows, its open boudoir
piano. and the vase OF cape-iasmnes,
which filled all the air with sweetness;
and Imogen herself was the fitting en-
press of this fairy domain, daintiy pict-
nresque in her blue silk dress and the
blue flowers in her hair.
You are doing great work for me,
Miss Lee he said. ''when YOU visit the
poor and sick in my district, and consti-
tute yourself my representative at the
many places which | have not time to
attend
''Oh, but mean something for you
yourself, = persisted Imogen. '.Towear
or to use-or to decorate that little
octagon study of yours that have such
curiosity TO see. Of course you have
dozens of slippers, and pen-wipers
enough for q whole pen factory, and
ash trays and smoking jackets, and all
that sort of things; but, hereyes bright
ening with asudden inspiration, edo YOU
wear 2 smoking-cap? I'm sure one
would be very becoming to YOU.
Il never had one" said Mr. Glare,
laughing. He knew She was making a
fool of him, but the process was very
pleasant andhe did not at all obiectto it
s.fll, - ..,;I
gen, clasping her pretty hands. 'And
I'll embroider it myself. Tell me, now,
which is your fayoritc lowcr!n
How can n man decide such q be
wilderment Of beauty" he asked dream
lily. But | think | have always liked
the gold-blossomed mimosa best.
"A sensitive plant in garden grew,
Aud the sweet winds fed u with silver dew"
Somewhere / am not certain where 1
have seena wreath of mimosas embroid-
cred in gold and emerald" he added
thoughtfully.
And YOU like it?' said Imoeen, nod
ding her head archly. "Well, Your
taste shall be consulted: And now here
comes the tea real orange-scented Pc
koe just such as you liken'
Mimosas2 They had no such pattern
ut the fancy emporiums. They had new
er heard of the flower, some of them.
They had never seen it embroidered. An
ugly, fluffy little blossom, which would
produce no effect at all. For their parts,
they would recommend daisies, on pome-
grantees, or passion-flowers. Nowhere
could Miss Lee find the design she
wanted.
And consequently, when she turned
of from the brilliant thoroughfare into
the squalid streets where vice, poverty,
and starvation rally their innumerable
army, 10 visit the poor OF st. Winitre-
da's Parish, her heart was not by any
means in her work.
''These poor people are all SO tire
some said she to herself. Their
stories are just alike, and their rooms
smell 80 close and sichcning, and there
is always bread and molasses or half
eaten apples on the chairs | hate the
poor. and don't sec why / should be
compelled to seek after them There's
40 real way of helping them. Do what
yov will for them to-day, they're just as
badly off tomorrow, and will be to the
end of the chapter And when l am
once Mrs. Fernando Clare I'll declare
war against the whole thankless tribe
and generation of 'cmr'
Miss Lee was short and brusque in her
visits that day. She told Mrs. Pugrill
ihal i was all her own fault that Pugrill
had got drunk and been carted off to the
station-housc. you keep your rooms
SO dirty that he can't stay in EN-, said
she She cut short the Widow Mellick's
detail of her woes with ''Well, well. I've
heard all this before, If YOU talked less
and worked more you'd be able to sup
port Yourself She declined to supply
tea and snuff TO old Mrs Dodge. You
are getting TO be regular'beggar, said
she. Don't YOU know that you ought
To think of your Bible more and of your
tea less?'
At last she came to Mrs HYDE. the
pale young widow Of The drowned sea-
captain.
Not sitting up yct2" she said tartly.
"Now that is a little too lazy and shift
less, Mrs. Hyde. You can't exactly eN,
pect to spend all your time on the sofa,
like a fine LADY,
Il do not feel able to walk around
much as yet, Miss Lee" said Mrs. Hyde,
trouble to the young rector of St. Wini-
freda's, she had not expected TO be TAX
en- to task for idleness and lack of thrift
by any sharp-tongued young woman.
'.But this will never DC" said Miss
Lee. You must get up and go to work.
Poor people can't afford to indulge in
any fins lady whimS. st. Winifreda's
won't support YOU for eyer!'
Mrs. Hyde bit her lips
Il have only hadtwelve shillings from
the parish said she. 'and-"
But at this minute Miss Lee, whose
keen black eye, had been wandering
around the apartment, uttered little
cry OF pleased surprise
ooh. what beautiful violet velvet
cap. said she. THAT one, / mean,
hanging against the wall, with the little
yellow stars Of flowers on it, and the
feathery green leaves"
They are mimosas, said Mrs HYDE.
"MimoSas.' Miss Lee drew a long
breath, 1t was to her excited mind eX-
aptly u - bnu,-on had pr,.;,,.,i and sor,,,,