Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1883-12-06
LOST HER PLACE.
A STORY OF WASHINGTON LIFE.

Car-lareS are PAID, and my dress pro-
vided for, there isn't so much, after
ALL I'm sure nobody need coyet it,"
Mrs. Graham looked at her daughter
with folded hands and troubled eX-
preston of countenance.
Yes. know, Crocus," she said, in
that soft, tremulous falsetto of hers
"But six hundred dollars is six hun
dred dollars, and, after all. these public
Offices are deal more gcnteel than
school-teaching, or dress-making. or
any other way by which n friendless
woman may earn living. And this
Mrs. Altamont has powerful political
friends, and they tell me place must
be found for her, at all hazards"
"And so, cried indignant Crocus,
II am to be flung and you with me,
mamma-helpless upon the world"
Not helpless, Crocus, dear"
Mamma how can it be otherwise"
said Crocus, looking pitifully down on
her little white hands, pink rs to the
nails, and dimped rs to the joints.
1--WE cannot dig-to beg we are
ashamed" But | never will demean
myself to ask fayors of the depart
ment | have always done my duty
faithfully, and earned my salary. And
now to be displaced for the sake Of
dashing society widow with big eyes
and rouged cheeks-is it not enough
to make oHe blush for ones country
Its the way of the world. Crocus"'
sighed Mrs, Graham. The weak must
stand aside. while the chariots Of the
strong roll on
"But | couldn't have believed it Of
the auditor. mamma" urged Crocus
"He was poor papa's old friend. and
he was always so very, very kind to
mer'
IAN auditor. my dear. has something
TO do besides to study to DO besides t.
study the welfare Of every one Of the
clerks in his department" reasoned
Mrs. Graham.
Il am sorry bought that new dress
now" said Crocus, rcgrcttnlly. IL
didn't really need it; but the pattern
was so prct.y.-pink moss-rosebuds on
white ground. II was only twenty
five cents yard; but there was the
making, and the ribbou-bows and
loops, and the buttons. And have
saved SO little ont Of my salary Oh,
mamma! how could have been so
improyident? What will hundred
and seventy-fye dollars do toward
supporting us now ,"
Look. Crocus,'
Mrs. Graham. sitting hy the window.
had chanced to perceive an open
barouche rolling lcisurely down Penn
sylyania avenue under the bowery
droop Of the trees, with an elegantly
dressed lady reclining among its satin
cushions. and a portly. re1-faced gen
tleman seated by her side.
II see" said Crocus slightly frown.
ing, while scarlet spot came into
either cheek. 1T is Mrs. Altamont
And that is her cousin. the senator
Did you see the diamonds flash in her
ears, mamma? oh. of course, Senator
Stalkcup can demand any favor he
pleascs from the government for any
needy relation he happens to have,
And poor Am to be the scrape.
goat. dare say. the siv-hundred-dol-
lar salary will do very well to buy
gloves and boots and eau de cologne
for Mrs. Altamont. To us, mamma. it
was a living"
Crocus Graham was tho daughter
of gallant officer. who had died in
his country's service. She had been
in a boarding-school when he died and
her first experience of the real world
was in the public office at Washington.
where she was set diligently at work.
She liked it, She gIoried in thus
supporting herself and her mother, in
stead Of sinking to the level of millin-
cry, clearinghouse keeping or gcnteel
beggary.
She engaged board at the cheapest
place which was consonant With her
dignity AS lady. She mended her
gloves and made over her mothers
caps. and rejoiced greatly in that she
was independent of the world which
uses widows and orphans so hardly.