The Dickinson press., 1884-06-07
Dolly WhitA

JUST atGeC Gle SGrOk6 OF noon S8Gur-
lay a Chelsea and Boston car was 60.
ng up Broadway past a large manufac-
5';ring establishment, when the at
.:ntion of the passengers was called to
It queer little woman in an old-fash-
ioned poke bonnet, who hurried down
the street with a tin pail in her hand
.ad went to the factory gate and
knocked for admittance. An old gen
t'eman who sat in the forward right
hand corner of the car looked up and
sud:
Hello! there goes Dolly again"
ODDLY who?" asked a girl who sat at
his side.
"Why, Dolly White. CRAZY Dolly
as she is called by all who know her"
"What makes them call her crazy?"
%queriedthe girl, puckering up her pretty
little mouth until itloohed like q period
.lnder her hooked interrogation point
of a nose.
ooh, it was a long time ago, when
she and Charlie hadn't been married
but q few years and she used to cone
down here every noon and bring him
his dinner, that the story commences.
They lived in a house on Washington
avenue and had two little children to
take care of and they were just as hap
by as they could be, for Charlie was
making q good living and had the prom
Use of q boss-ship in the fall. Well,
one day atnoon she came in with his
lunch, as was her custom, and just as
she got to the gate it flew open and out
came four men bearing the dead body of
her husband, who had just been killed
by a falling timber. Dolly tainted away
at the sight and fell into a fever that
did not abate until long after poor
Charlie had been buried and another
hired to take his place in the fac
tory. AS soon as she got able to go out
she went to work and secured up the
old dinner pail and put up a meal for
her dead husband just the same as
though he Was alive and working as
usual. At Is minutes before 12 she put
on her bright new shawl and gay
bonnet, and, taking the pail in her
hand tripped off down the street and
knocked at the gate. The mel came
out and she told them that she want d
to go in and wait for Charlie and let
him have something to eat. They tried
to reason with her and told her that he
had gone away OF a long job, and
wouldn't require any dinner Tor many q
day-never, perhaps. But she would
not listen to them, and waited there un-
til the bell rang for the men to go to
work again. Ever since then, and that
was nearly ten years ago, she has done
the same thing every day that the fac
tory has been running.
Sundays, holidays, and in vacation time
she stays at home, but all the rest of the
time she puts OH the same old shawl
and bonret-they are faded and thread
bare now-and starts down the street
with 81 tin pale i'll her hand"
"Does she carry the same old dinner
or is it fresh every day?" asked the girl.
1T is fresh and hot every day"
"But what does she do with the old
one when she finds that Charlie don't
come out to cat it,"
"Well, she takes it home and sets it
down on the table. and going into her
chamber to take off her shawl and bon
net, she stays there and cries aud cries.
Before she IN out her two children
steal into the room and eat the dinner
all up and leave nothing bnt the empty
pail. They are hearty children, their
mother is poor, and a good hot dinner
isn't bad for anybody; so they eat it and
asked no questions"
COIL" said the girl, relapsing into
silence and losing all interest in the story
Globe.