Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-05-09

that was all in muddle, and then, bless your life, the sick man wouldn't let me do my thing. He just swore at me and told ne to let him alone, and go about my busi. ness. Now, you know l never could stand with my hands folded doing nothing so l tried to tip around and tidy up things bit on the sly, but la me, I'd as soon go into a wild beasts den as try to nurse sick man again."
 Little by little came further confessions {; Miss Susan had thought of making home for old people, of going on foreign mission, Of being tract distributor, in fact she had aspired to all the forms of usefulness open to her ken. "But 'taint no use," she said, breaking down into good old-fashioned cry. "Seems as if couldn't do any of the things that the Lord wants done; I don't see what good am anyhow"
 The soft folds of Mrs. Johns' surah fell over Miss Susan's scant calico skirt, as the handsome, fashionably dressed woman sat down on a sofa close to the disconsolate old maid. The shapely white hand was laid over the bony fingers that had known such constant labor, and Miss Susan's friend spoke as soothingly as one does to tired child:
 "Now, Susan, want to tell you some- thing. went to Mrs. Browns high tea last week, and while party of us were sitting at a little cluster of tables, eating waters, and slipping bouillon, your name was men, tioned. T am so sorry to hear that Miss Susan is going to give up sewing,' said one {; mot on account of the sewing; of course somebody else can do that, but shall miss the little FFoman herself so much. I always feel more charitable to my fellow men, more reverent towards my Maker, more humble minded, and less frivolous when have had h1r in my house for two weeks'"
 Mrs. Johns' paused and Miss Susan's downcast eyes were full of tears. "Then,n she continued, "another lady spoke up; Yes, indeed,' she said, you can't think what a loss she'll be to me. have always said owed Miss Susan Park great deal for her influence over my girls. They have always been devoted to her ever since they were little tots, sitting by and getting her to cut out quilt pieces; and now that they are grown they still love and admire her. Her gentle Christian char acter, together with her pure, highminded views of things, and the earnest little speeches she makes, checks their levity and vanity. Oh, as- sure you could cry about her leaving her old customers"
 As Mrs. Johns talked on, telling the lonely old maid how one and another household loved and valued her, a streak of sunshine seemed to touch her tears with rainbow colors. 'Go 'long, Miss Johns." she said, blushing like girl, ''ain't you 'shamed to be saying such things to my face; but l feel all made over somehow by what you tell me- La, how nice it will be to go to Miss Holmes next week, and make over her blue challle. As for my money, I'll tell you secret, Miss Johns, was so beat out about it that took the papers and things last week to MT. Herbert, and he promised to tie it up in something so couldn't get any more if l wanted it, 'cept the interest, and I'm just going to divide that round. When come to t hink of it, I know lots O people that'u be pleased to get little help out of it, and then 1 won't have any more stayin' awake at nights. If you b'lieve me, my fingers are fairly itchin' this minute to | get hold of Miss Holmes blue chaille."- 1 Elizabeth F. Allen, in Interior.