The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-01-26

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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.
"T am dyeing, Egypt, dyeing,' "
sang Lena, as she fished out the
piece with an old broom handle,
rinsed them through four or five wa
tiers, and hung them out in the bright
air without ringing.
"If Howard Vandyne should come
to call, shall 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
ly."
"You will be rid of me next Mon
day. Clara the dear soul
has run around to see ii
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 a new
start in business. If 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 S.
in money and about a 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' tell Beacon street peo-
pie how much it cost, Dora" said
Lena, dabbing at sisterly 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 l make a
failure or not"
Lena went home from the station,
and, with the help of one small maid
1.-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 "rim-racked and center
shook!'
"What 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-" she produced from under
her chair a large placard on which
she had printed with pen:
Hospital for disabled garments.
Patients received in all stages of in.
trinity. Dyeing and cleaninga speci.
atty.
"You never were like other girls,
Lena. What put this into your
head?"
planning Dora's suit last week,
answered Lena, serenely shaking out
o lavender silk skirt and eying ii
critically. "That card is merely the
rough draft of an advertisement
which intend to put into the Weekly
Chronicle. Most of the ladies / have
spoken to look on it as freak. They
little dream that l mean to make a
serious business of it. l have the
privilege of doing the best I can with
these things. The utterly irredeem-
able ones will be cut up into carpet
rags for their owners. l expect
eventually to require several assist
ants, and if youget sick of bookkeep.
ing and Dora's journalistic plan falls
through, we can organize a home
Consolidated"
Clara dropped into chair, the
picture of amazement.
"You will probably not be asked
said Clara, putting on her things.
81 hope when you do make your for.
tune out of your dabblings and
musings you will take me to Yellow.
stone park and the Yosemite. Moth.
ing less expensive will restore me
after few years bookkeeping"
Dora's letter came in due time, and
Lena read it aloud at the dinner
table.
Boston, Nov. -, IS.
Dear Blessed People, am having lovely
| time, in spite of bit of inconsistencies Was
lucky enough to get place the very first
day in the Office of the Social Recorder
Editors are not bit horrid. At least, Mr.
Brooke isn't.
81 foresee an editorial brother-in-
law" exclaimed Clara, shaking her
head in a tragic manner.
Nonsense" replied Lena. "News-
paper people are too busy to make
love to one another"
/ don't know why he gave me the place
showed him my scrap-book, and he was
kind enough to say that my articles were
Every fair, very fair, indeed" He engaged
me to write up the fashions, art, exhibitions
shop windows, ect. must begin at the foot
of the ladder, you know. | have hired q
room near the office at 50 a week, and am
doing my own housekeeping by means of q
receipe-book. II is fortunate that no one but
myself is obliged to partake of my dishes SO
'fearfully and wonderfully made"
"Poor child" said her mother.
"She will half starve herself to save
time and money, and then break