New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-06-02

How mucn fOr this One! she SAID,
holding up dainty beauty in blue
satin, with q head that turned, and
''really" hair.
tsOne dollar and half-very in
ferior, however" replied the sales
man.
Jennie saw that it was inferior. and
twas not dressed, but she pulled out
her purse with a sigh and paid for it,
and then the remaining fifty cents was
spent in material for a dress.
How poor she felt! It was no use
to look into the store windows any
more, and although she had the COM
fort Of doing a kind act and stopping
little Carries tears, she missed the
money dreadfully. More than that,
the next time she needed new pair
OF gloves she did not like to ask her
father for the money to pay for them.
Somehow, money was valuable now;
and she mended her old gloves and
wore them a little longer. She won
dered sometimes if her father could
understand, when money was every
where needed, how it came to pass
that laces and ribbons and slippers
and plunles and gloves, and handker-
chiefs, must be had upon every occa-
sion. She was ashamed to wear so
many new ornaments.
One night her father came in rather
late, and threw himself into an arm.
chair with a sigh. care you tired to-
night, John?" asked his wife, gently.
every weary indeed" he returned.
johnson, my clerk, has left me sud-
denly, and l have been trying to do
his work. I found it too much for me,
and yet there is really not enough for
hina to do. Too much for one and
not enough for two; and pay him
thirty dollars month"
Jennie, who was employing her time
in making what seemed to be an end
less piece OF rickrack, heard what her
father said. Thirty dollars a month!
It seemed a small fortune; and she
wondered il she could possibly do the
work which young Johnson had re-
linquished. She did not dare to sug-
gest such thing, but she thought OF
nothing else all the evening; and the
next forenoon;she surprised her father
by making her appearance in his Of
flee.
"Well, Jennie, what's wanted?" he
demanded, looking up a minute from
his papers. It,struck Jennie for the
first time that she had never been in
there before without wanting some
thing, and she began to feel ashamed.
"Papa," she said, ~ came to try to
fill Mr.. Johnson's place Tor you this
morning"
"You?" said the father. go back
to your embroidery, child; you cannot
sit here all day making entries and
answering letters" He looked weary,
while he spoke with a smile.
CRY me, papa," said Jennie. ssplease
try me. Ill do not give satisfaction,
I will 60; home again"
Her father hesitated, laughed, and
gave her his clerks chair, which he had
been occupying. She took off her hat
: and gloves and sat down. II will die
tate a'letter to Mr.. Randall Parsons,
Centreville, Conn" he said, dropping
into his business manner; and holding
the letter to which he wished to reply,
he proceeded to tell the gentleman, in
short, concise way, common to bust
ness men, about someleather. TWAS
quite a long letter, and there was no
opportunity to ask any questions.
When it was finished at last, Jennie
gave it to her father in a very faint
hearted way.
Good" said he, shortly; "try an
other, Jennie" She wrote another,
and then a third; and then there were
telltries to be made in a great book
which her father placed before her. He
was a man OF few words, and did not
praise her work, but she knew it was
all right from the way he forgot that
1T was Jennie and not Johnson.
When the bells rang for the noon
hour he turned around on his chair
and looked at her. 'Jennie, he said,
eve will go to the St. Cloud Hotel and
take dinner IN honor of this event.
What did you do it for, child?"
Because l wanted to earn some
money, papa"
Earn some money!" Her father
mhistled. ''You expect to be paid for
your work, do you?'
eyes, sir" Jennie replied steadily.
81 earned two dollars, a week or two
ago, and I never enjoyed the posses
sion OF money before. Father, if l can
do Johnston's work and have his paw
| will never ask you for a cent for my
own wardrobe, and so it will be clear
gain for you, and great deal better
for me than to sit athome and make
rick-rack."
"Wen,' said her father, "come to
dinner, and I will think about it.
"Of course Jennie kept the place, !"
you say. Yes, she did; but it was not
altogether without some serious dis
appointments. No oneever knew how
many rides she declined when the hour
interfered with her office work; when
she came home tired with the days
work, socials and receptions lost their
charm, and she was glad to rest alone
IN her room. Her girl friends laughed
at her, but, much to her surprise, the
young men whom she numbered
among her friends liked her the better
for it. Once or twice, in a fit Of