Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-02-03
The Widom,s AnnenI.

AAAS H1uOH PSOsiAs
One morning a lady-a lady in
her general stylc-an "ordinary per-
son" tojudge alone by her dress, for it
was shabby from much wearing and
constant brushing, entered the store
of one of our largest retail dry goods
houses, and asking to be shown to the
managers desk, informed said person.
age she came i'll answer to their adver-
| tisement for sales-ladies.
"Have you the necessary expert
cnce!" was the short question.
A tremor passed over the woman,
and sitting swelling sob, she re-
piled:
No; but am quick to learn, and
-
"Won't do! We advertised for ex-
perienced persons only"
The words were a positive dismis-
sal. The woman turned a shade more
waxen i'll color, and hunted look Of
desperation came into her eyes, to re-
place the hungry look of hope gleam-
ing in them moment since.
"Gol," she muttered. "Have YOU
thus utterly forsaken me! Is there
nothing left but-the riyer-or-"
A moan like sob Of agony left the
sentence incomplete.
Suddenly, just as she had reached
the door OF exit, gray haired gentle
man passed in, and in a business-like,
bustling way, asked the floor walker
near:
elias Mr.. -, come down yet?"
FL believe not, sir"
The woman paused, and as the gen
tleman moved quickly towards the
business office or room, she followed
al impulse evidently born Of last
hope. and said to the floor walker:
That is Mr.. -" mentioning the
senior proprietor's name.
Yes"
Before the man could say more the
woman fitted after Mr.. -, and he
had scarcely closed the Office door be-
hind him before a timid knocking
caused him to open it again.
'Pardon-but must speak to you"
The shrewd man knew that neither
thief, murderess, nor vagabond sent
that appeal from those finely curled
pale lips. 1t might be madness or
hunger. Cautiously he placed a
chair for her. She clutched at the
back of it and with deSpairing cour-
age exclaimed:
Il want work-honest work. Have
you not, in all this great establish
ment something for me to do. Let
me scrub, clean windows, sew-if you
can trust me. Let me earn enough t.
keep my child from the almshousc
and myself from"
"Have you no friends?"
None in this city, and France is far
away. My husband died soon after
we reached here. The woman who
grants me shelter can vouch for the
truth of this. She is also poor, and l
can no longer impose on her benevo-
lcnce. have tried so hard to get
work. l am not wanted as a domes-
tic OH account Of my child, and ladies'
say | am too delicate l am not
wanted rs seamStreSs or sales-lady,
because l have no experience. On,
sirl give me an opportunity to learn.
| am quick and have some taste and
sense. Oh, trust me nelp me TO heIp
myself"
There was moisture in her listen
er's eyes that surely angels must have
wiped away but i'll calm, business
like manner he said:
"My good woman, go homo and
yourself. Come back to-
morrow ready for the work room i'll
the dress-making department. We
pay the sewing girls So per week.
TO prove that [ have perfect conf
dence i'll your honesty and ability al
low me to advance you two weeks
wages"
An hour after a mother could be
seen clasping three year old child in
her arms, while tervent God l
thank Thee" was waited above.
To-day she is chief designer Of cos
tunes Ill that establishment, with an
INDEPENDENT income.-N. Y. Er.