The Springdale news., 1888-12-28
HENRIETTA'S MISTAKE.
Any Thing Good Enough for the "LittIe
 NandaIs"-A Lesson Well Learned.

NandaIs'-A Lesson Well Learned.
 "You've put the eeves in upside down, Henrietta said Helen Marcy.
 What is the difference? They will never know it; throw it into the box the young girl replied. Nobody will know who made it"
 "Yes, Henrietta, but when they open the box at the mission, somebody have to rip it out and put 1t in again before it can be worn,
 ssThey ought to be glad to get any thing to put on those little vandals. Do you suppose they would know whether a sleeve was upside down, or even wrong side out. Hrlen?"
 Helen Marcy made no reply, as she saw her companion throw the gingham shirt-waist into the box that stood in the middle of the floor where the fin- ished garments were deposited. She would have taken the sleeve out and put it in again herself. but she had promised to finish off some other work that evening, as the box was going in the morning. These two young girls belonged to the ''busy workers sewing society," They had been preparing box for charitable institution in the city.
 Henrietta Fassett was one of those persons who always did things, as her aunt Jerusha expressed it, "in a whew - She did not think it worth while to haste the pieces of her garments to- gether, for that took too much time: so when she scwed under her mothers or her aunt's supervision. she was oftentimes obliged to rip out the stitches and do the work over again. She had heard her aunt say a hundred times: Lay folks alawys take the most pains, Henrietta That afternoon she was responsible to no one. so the up- side-down sleeve was allowed be sent of, and that was all she thought about 1t.
 Helen Marcy was entirely different in that respect from her intimate friend, Henrietta Fassett. It took her longer to finish her work, but it never had to be done over again. She was responsi- ble to herself and her own honor in such matters. If she had made the mis- take that her friend made, she would have sat up all night, if need be, to reetifY it. She always aimed To do well whatever she did, and even in the very best manner she was capable of.
 The matron at the charitable institu- ton was very glad to get the box There Were fifteen little boys in ragged garments waiting to put the fifteen new gingham shirtwaists on. It was such help, she thought, to have them all ready 10 put on-no buttons to be sewed, and no fitting 10 be done, and no running up of seams. Those new, clean, pretty gingham waists all ready to be slipped over the boys shoulders. How good and kind the "busy workers had been.
 Mrs. Ieayenworth, a friend of Mrs Marcy's, was there to see the box opened, and she was proud to say that the box came from the young girls of the town where she spent her summers. One boy after another stepped up to the matron and had new waist put on, and marched off with a smiling face.
 Fourteen boys had been equipped and sent off happy. Then the fifteenth boy cameup. He was a thin, pale boy, with the saddest of faces The matrCn said he had a very sad history, and some time she would tell Mrs. Leayenworth all about it. Martin Beers stood by the box with a smile lighting up his face. He was going to have a new waist. probably the first bright, fresh, new garment he had ever had. His right arm went into the sleeve, but there was something wrong with the set of it.
 What's the matter with this sleeye?n queried the matrOn. .'Oh, 1 see: it's put in upside down; somebody's made a mistake. It will have to go to the sewing-room and be ripped out. The sewing-girl is gone, too, this after noon.n
 Mrs. Leavenworth saw the disap- pointed look on the little fellows face. All the other boys were in the play room with new waists on, and he would have to go back again with his old torn shirt on. The lady laid aside her bonnet and wrap, and said: ''Wait d few min utes, Martin, and l will fix the sleeve;" and so the boy sat down on stool by her side, and watched her rip out the sleeve and put it in again. It took half hour to do the work, but she told Martin some pretty stories while she WAS at work lhen he 1narchud 1.ln