Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1890-01-18

hurt you. I've got to obey orders. Money or
the machine was what the boss said
But the woman did not relinquish her hold.
Still clutching the machine, she turned her agon-
izing eyes upon the bystanders.
''Forty dollars she repeated, land the machine
but fifty, and he's taking it. never failed until
Jim broke his leg and his work stopped, and his
wages with it, and I'd doctor bills and ALL
''No that she didn't" cried voice from the
crowd. "Pm knowing to honesty"
''And he'd better be off with his cart,' cried
man who had stalked ont of the entry of the house
near which the crowd had gathered, rolling up his
sleeves.
''Look here, good people," exclaimed the man
who held the machine, II don't want to do this
obey orders or lose my place, and my bread and
butter. She'd better go to the boss and talk to
hm-not to me.'
"Pve been," said the woman. ''Hes made of
stone. [ told him he'd starve us. He will
There, what is the use of my fighting like drunk
en- body in the street-a decent woman! They've
more than the worth of the thing now, God knows;
but they've the power. Take it. And she let
60 her hold and covered her eyes with her hands,
But in the place of these rough red fingers
others, dainty and small, and we'll gloved, came
down upon the cover of the machine Emma
Rome had pressed forward, and now spoke:
''Stop,' she said ''Will you let this woman
keep her machine if l pay you ten dolars?'
"Them's the boss's order, Miss" replied the
man, "and 70 be glad to do it, too
Then, while the crowd gathered close, and the
woman who had told her piteous tale sobbed with
joy, Emma drew the sum named from her purse,
received a receipt, which she gave to the poor
woman, and experienced for the first time the de-
light, which the performance of an utterly unselfsh
act brings with it,
Moreover, when the machine had been borne up
stairs, Emma who bad exchanged few words
with its owner, followed her to her miserable room,
noted its poverty, heard all the bitter tale 1t was
a true one-the hot tears told that.
''But don't mind anything now, Miss" sobbed
the narrator "Now the machine is my very own.
l don't mind how hard work. And the only
great tug is the landlord-four dollars month for
rent
Gas much month as yard of that trim
ming" thought Emma with little pang.
She questioned the woman further, and found
that her landlord ''lived down STAIRS And be-
fore she turned from the door she empted her
purse and had paid three months rent in advance.
Your husband will be well and at work by that
Time, she said and there were no regrets for the
lost fringe as she took her way homeward Nay,
she was not even stung to the soul when Madam
farne remarked, with glance that said volumes:
The black lace from your old grenadne dress?
Certainly, since it is your TASTE"
Inc dress, however, was not unbecoming, despite
the refurbished lace, and Emma wore it to the
party She was quite conscious that every woman
OF her acquaintance knew what the dress was
trimmed with, but her conscience whispered to her
u tnat she had done right Moreover, the light of
Vne petter thought was on her face. Somehow
a. Maine found himself more than ever be-
lore attracted by it, and as she drove home that
nsn', Emma fet the marguerite which had said to
ner me loves" had been no false prophet.
She had learned two lessons in a little while
one that the poor might be clothed and fed from
Cne trimmings of the rich tho otbor That o,+rovo