Connecticut western news., 1883-01-10
NEEDLE AND THREAD.

tAn old bachelor ?'' said Henora May wood.
 'That's what he told me, just in so many words, said Mrs. Pennypacker, who stood on the threshold of her best room, with her head tied up in pocket handkerchief, and hair broom in her hand, wherewith she gesticulated, after tragic fashion, as she talked, while Miss Haywood, tall and slender as a wild lily, stood in the hall, with roll of music under her arm, and her slight figure wrapped in shabby shawl.
 '.And he's willing to pay me cash price every Sunday. Never attempted to beat me down penny, if you'll believe it, my dear.
 tfWhy should he" said Honora.
 ''Most people do, my dear" said Mrs. Pennypacker "A wrinkled old widow like me, who has her living to earn, is mostly fair game for everybody. But he never objected to my terms. A real gentleman, my dear-every inch of him. But he's little particular I'm afraid
 II suppose most old bachelors are, , said Miss Maywood, smiling.
 "Yes, my dear-yes, nodded Mrs. Pennypaeker. "But this gentleman is beyond the average, think"
 '.And if he is p''
 Nothing" said Mrs. Pennypacker, making dab with her broom-handle at . stray moth miller which was huttering blindly against the garnet damask win dow curtains; nothing except that one don't know where to have him. He drinks only English breakfast tea, and he wants his pie crust made with the best Alderney butter. instead of lard, as good enough for other people; and he must have ventilstors to all his windows, and an open grate instead of the base burn- ing stove, and-I hope you'll not be of tended, my dear-but he particularly disikes e piano"
 "Dishkes 8 piano2" said the little music teacher, reckoning in spite of her self.
 "And he says, says he: I hope Mrs. Pennypacker, that there is no piano in the house. A piano, says he, plays the deuce with my nervous system, with its everlasting tnm, tum ! These were his words, my dear. So courtesies. and says I: You'll not be troubled with one here. sir And so, my dear, I'll be grateful if you won't mind doing your practicin' until he's out for his daily walk-from one to three, just as regular as the clock"
 Miss Maywood looked piteously up into the landlady's face
 "I will do anything to oblige you, Mrs. Pennypacker, she said earnestly. '1 have not forgotten how much am indebted to you both in actual money and in kindness, which money can never repay"
 And her soft blue eyes filled with tears as she spoke.
 My dear, don't say word" said Mrs. Pennypacker, hastily. You've been sick and you've got little behindhand, and its quite natural you should be low spirited now and then. But you mustn't get discouraged. Things will look m after 8 while. And you are quite wei come to stay on. here until you are able to settle up your little account"
 Honora Haywood sighed as she tbonob+ how often her little advertisement had been inserted in the daily newspapers without attracting the least notice from the world of patrons and pupils. There were so many "capable music teachers. willing to give lessons at moderate prices" nowadays and how was any one to know how sorely she needed the money?
 And as time crept on and no pupils came Honora began to ask herself seriously whether she should go out in some menial capacity or stay genteelly at home and starve.
 Clothes, ma'am."
 Honora started from her reyerie as the washerwoman's stumpy little girl banged herself, like human batterinq ram. up sSninst the door, with . preposterously TIT tadkot ou her arm. =