The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1888-09-28

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never known the torture of dentist 8
art; however, 'all's well that ends
well,' and, with q sigh of content,
Miss Chatty followed the stately but
kind-hearted mistress of Pleasant
Park to the sewing-room, where, in q
low rocker, with huge pile of work
before her, the little dressmaker was
soon busy as a bee.
Miss Chatty," gid a servant, enter
ing with tray on which were mullins,
| steak and steaming cup of coffee,
there is something warm for you.
well, / declare, all this trouble on
my account. 1t is too bad, but / do
believe am hungry" and putting her
| work aside, the little woman soon made
| sad havoc with the dainties before
her. She was proud in her way, was
this poor, Woodworking, sewing wom-
| an. She would not own that on this
cold and dreary morning she had
dressed in her chilly room, and eaten
sparingly of bread and oatmeal, with
small cup of milk to satisfy her
thirst, but never complaint, never a
| cross look from the noble woman who
had no luxuries and few comforts, but
who ever looked on the bright side of
life.
Before night the storm became SO fu-
| rious, the snow SO deep, the dress
maker was urged to remain until the
next day, and to tell the truth she was
nothing loath, for her humble room
in the cottage of the Widow Green
was not very attractive one, although
clean and neat, yet rag carpet, paper
shades, cot bed and a small stove,
with scanty food for dainty appe-
tite, was all the dressmaker could earn
for herself in the small village of Fair
mount.
Evening, with her sable curtain, en-
folded the snowy earth. The wind
sighed and moaned around the warm
ly-draped window Of Pleasant Park.
The Laurence family were wealthy
and high born, Mr.. Laurence being
from one of the Oldest and proudest
families in Boston, and his wife, the
handsome Kate Carleton before mar
riage, was of English birth, with noble
blood in her veins, yet they acknowl-
edged the goodness and worth of their
humble seamstress; and although she
did not join them at the table, having
her meals sent into the sewing-room,
she was invited into the sitting-room
when the family met together for the
pleasant chat before bedtime, and in
her modest brown dress, with snowy
collar and cuffs, her sweet, pale face,
soft voice and charming smile, Miss
Chatty did not look out of place even
in the parlor OF the high-born Lau-
renee family.
"Miss Chatty, wish you would
tell me story. do SO like to hear
them"
This from Master Johnny, who was
basking on the snow-white rug of
bearskin, the glow from the fire light
ing up his curls until they looked like
a mass of gold, and his round, dimpled
face as rosy as the sunny side of a
peach.
"Oh, do, dear Miss Prim, tell us
something nice,' exclaimed Lizzie,
shutting up the entertaining larry
book, and coming forward to the easy
chair wherein sat the tiny lady, her
small hands busy with some tatting she
wished to finish for Mrs. Laurence.
Il never told story in all my life,
my dears. Then / am afraid, even
if / could tell you any thing that
would interest you, / should disturb
your father and mother in their read
ing"
"Not at all, ;" they both cried, with
all the courtesy they could have shown
lady of wealth, and putting away
the paper and book, they begged her,
if she felt so disposed, to entertain the
children.
81 will go to the smoking-room for
an hour or So" said Mr. Laurence, and
putting on his silk-embroidered jacket
and cap left the room. II will finish
this piece of ruffling," Mrs. Laurence
smilingly answered, as she turned the
gas higher, and soon her white jewel
led fingers were plying the shining
needle, while Miss Prim with thought
full countenance commenced the story
of her life.
GA true story, Blossom, and I hope
it will interest you, but it is the first
timeuI have ever spoken of my past,
so you will forgive me, turning to
the lady of the mansion" if / shed
few tears over past joys and sorrows"
Indeed, Miss Chatty, l certainly
would overlook any thing in one as
amiable as you are, but do not bring
up memories that will cause you grief.
l will tell the children fairy tale, and
you can go on with your work"
"Oh, no, indeed, not for the world
would / disappoint the dear little
lambs, and it will do me good to relate
to kind-hearted ones the story of my
rather dull life.
my father kept the lighthouse. /
had no brothers or sisters, and when
at fourteen / lost my dear mother, you
can imagine how lonely was. 1t was
she who taught me to sew and to cut
my own clothes and dresses, she who
taught me all / know. Mother was a
governess before marriage and was
finely educated, so became interested
in books and study. Iloved the ocean,
loved it in all its moods. When the
sky was stormy and angry waves were
crested with creamy foam | would sit
ON the rocks and admire, or when the
blue waters were serene and smooth /
would take my little boat and sail on
its mirror like bosom for hours. Then
l loved to wander on the beach and
gather sea weed and tiny shells. After
mother died / was housekeeper. and
helped father in the care of the lamp,
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