New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-10-31

father and mother, and grow to be a
little, quiet, old woman with a shout
der-shaWl, one ofthese days the kind
who sit in the corners at tea parties,
and have to be hunted up and talked
to by the long suffering hostess 2
Catch you sitting in corners!
You're long way off from the shout
der-shaWl yet, my Lena !" said Dora,
giving her an fectionate smile. She
was very proud of her sisters bright
ness and quickness, even when the
jokes were aimed at herself.
s An idea has just occurred to me-
said Lena, but [ shall not whisper
a syllable of it to anybody till I see
how 1t is going to turn out. Mean
while, if this misguided mortal will
put her head into lions den Cor an
editors, which is the same thing),
she must go clothed and in her right
mind. Dora, why couldn't we take
the best of your brown tricot, rip
and color the disreputable street suit
with diamond dye exactly the shade
of the brown velvet, cover as25 cent
bonnet frame with the same, and
send you forth, conquering and to
conquer"
Lena your the salvation of the
family" cried Dora, in ecstacy.
Clara hustled the arithmetics back
into the closet, and produced three
pairs of scissors. In a short time
the two suits were ripped shaken free
of dust and travelings, and the dia-
mond dye purchased for two cents at
the drug store around the corner,
was seething in an old tin pail on the
kitchen stove.
81 am dyeing, Egypt, dyeing,' !"
sang Lena, as she fshed out the
piece with an old broom handle,
rinsed them through four or five wa
ters, and hung them outin the bright
air without ringing.
eff Howard Vandyne should come
to call, shall I send him out here to
shake hands with your" said Dora,
saucily, coming to the kitchen door
with her half-made bonnet in her
hand.
Considering that these lily fingers
are being darkened for your especial
benefit young woman, it strikes me
that your jests seems rather unseen
~"
"You will be rid of me next Mon
day. Clara the dear soul,
has run around to see if
little Miss Moss can come tomorrow
to cut and fit the transformed goods.
| have just had it out with father
and mother in the back parlor. They
were opposed to my going, Of course,
but finally convinced them that
there was no choice. Father is
two old and disheartened for new
start in business. If we all get stu
ations, we can take care of ourselves
and the dear old folks, too"
''That remains to be proved" said
Lena. 1t is very certain that we
must try it what ever the issue"
Monday morning Clara was in
stalled as assistant bookkeeper in
the establishment of the elder Van
dyne at a salary which seemed small
when compared with the lavish pin
money formerly bestowed by an in
dulgent father. She accepted it CRATE
fully, however, for it meant independ-
ence-a thing more to be desired than
fine gold.
Dora left on an early train for Bos-
ton, carrying in her hand-satchel IS
in money and about dozen MSS,
which had never yet been submitted
to the piercing glance of an editorial
optic. The new suit was all that could
be desired.
"You needn t tell Beacon street peo-
pie how much it cost, Dora" said
Lena, dabbing at a sisterIy tear or
two with her handkerchief, as the
hour of parting drew near.
81 don't expect to meet many of
them" was the reply. Don't cry,
dearie, till you see whether I make a
failure Or not,''
Lena went home from the station.
and, with the help of one small maid
(the other servants having been dis
pensed WITH, set the house in order,
made preparations for dinner, then
proceeded to put in execution the plan
which had been simmering. She
made brief calls on six or eight other
lady acquaintance, and when Clara
came home at noon she found her
sister sorting various garments in
all stages of dissolution, from the
merely faded and stained to those
that were trim-racked and center
shook!''
aWhat are you doing, Lena Those
things never belonged to our house, "
exclaimed the astonished Clara.
True, but [ am going to build up
the fallen fortunes of our house on
just these shreds and patches. To
elucidate 2 she produced from under
her chair q large placard on which
she had printed with a pen:
Hospital for disabled garments.
Patients received in all stages ofin-
trinity. Dyeing and cleaninga speci-
atty.
You never were like other girls,
Lena. What put this into your
head7''
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