Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-03-01

! starved theological sSEasut- pcfAaR,
training for the Polynesian Islands: O
perhaps newspaper reporter, or psh
clerk under the dazziing skylIRhfs O
some dry goods palace. at ali EVENT.
he's srarse of than l am. for ne can
mend his own clothes and | ca :.
| And the smiles dirDp.ed aroucd Homo
| ra's rosebud of mouth as she II q 9Tu
To darn holes, sew on tapes and insert
| patches.
Hell never know who did it, said
| Honora to herself. bat / dare say he'll
be thankful; and IL one can get chance
70 do a little good in this world, sne
ought not TO erudgs ones time and
| trouble"
| And "a Honora stitched away she
mused sadly whether or not she ongh:
| tn accep. position which had offered
| itself as assistant matron IN an orphan
asylum. where the work would be almost
uneadurabIe. and the pay next TO no
thing, with 10 Sundays or holidays, and
a ladies' committee. cons sting OF three
starched old maids, u "sit" on her the
first Friday of every month.
II almost think I'd rather starve." said
Honora. But, dear me, starving Is a
serious business, when one comes to con
slider 1t face 10 face"
Sally Mulvey came back pulling and
5ioTinc like a human whale IN about
two hours.
"Mo,hsr says she sent the wrong bas-
ket," said she, brsathlessiy.
II thought it very probable, Sally,
aid Miss II ,ywood.
And mothers compliments added
Sally, "and she can't undertake. your
things no longer, Miss haywood. cause
she does cash business, and there ain
nothing been paid on your account since
last june ,
iionora felt her facs turning scarlet.
Il am very sorry, Sally. Tell your
mother will settle my bill as soon az /
possibly can"
Sally f,ouncsd out of the room red and
indignant. like an overeharged thunder
cloud, and poor little Hon jri, dropping
her head into her hands, burs. into a
llo0d of tears.
"Prstty girl, that, very pretty" said
Mr.. Broderick, she old bachelor, to his
landlady.
al mean the young lady boarder.of
yours that ! Sc on the stairs now and
teen," said Mr. Frederick. Nice tig-
IRE. big, soft eyes . ~ a gazelle. Didn't
some one tell me- shs was music
teacheTi"
"rhut's her profession" said Mrs.
PeDngplcker. "Bus there amt many
pupils a. want tuition, and, poor little
lear, she has hard time of It.
"Humph.' grunted Mr.. Broder:ck,
What fools women are to have a regu-
mr. profession. II had daughter I'd
bring her up seif-supporting iustitu-
ion"
And Mr.. Broderick disappeared into
ais room, in the midst whereof STOOD
girl with tapping slippers. 4 portertons
shawl and bonnet, winch mad originally
bean made for a woman about twice her
size.
"who are your" demanded Mr.. Brod-
erick.
Please, sir, I'm Sally-the washerwo-
mans Sally" WAS the RESPONSE.
And what do you want bere!' said
Mr.. Frederick.
:" Please, sir, I've come to bring your
things" said she, chattering of her
lesson like parrot. And please, sir,
suit 1t was that damp and muggy,
libnday and Tuesday, n, starch wouldn't
stick, and she 'opes you Il excuse all mis-
cakes. ~ they shall DO done better mex,
time, SIR"
Broderici, whose hawk eyo had already
caught sight of the dainty needlework
upon his garments.
Nobody mondsd EN-" said Sally.
" And mother says it's easy to See as the
new gent IL bachelor, on account of
the holes in his heels aud toes and the
trings of his dickeys."
" can tell you who msnded 'om,"
said Mrs. Pennypacker, FOR | See her
ut 1.-THE pretty Miss Haywood. And
says she, | don't know whose they are,
Mrs. PennypacSer; but says she. they
need mending, and kind action never
comes amiss.' No more it does, sir, Lord
bless her.
"Humph!' said Mr.. Broderick. "She's
right-no more il does. And she's a re-
cular scientist with the nesdle, is Miss
haywood. Just look mt that patch. Mrs
Penuypicher. Euciid's geometry
couldn't produce straiehter line or
truer angles. soc the toe of that stock
ing. It's Ike piece of Gobeiln tapes
try. That's the WHY like to SEQ things
done"
And Mr.. Broisrick never rested until
he had been formally introduced tn Ho-
nora Mlyweod, and ha thanked her with
equa, form4lity for the good offices She
had unwittngly rendered him.
1t was golden October evening that
Honora came down into the kitchen,
where Mrs. Pennypacker was baking pie
FOR her eccentric boarder. With tho crust
made of tue bes, Alderney butter instead
OF lard.
"Oh. dear! oh. dear" said Mrs. Pen
nyplcker. "what thing it is to be- an
old bachelor
"He won't he bachelor much longer"
said Honora, lauching and coIoring az
she laid her cheek on tho good landia-
dv's shoulder.
"What do you mesn?" said Mrs. Pen.