Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1890-08-01

udVe you ever seen her DO one useful
thing? Answer me that, julie, honor
bright2"
julie had left the table in tears. Hugh
never made statements that he couldn't
prove, and the blow was too crushing
and too sudden. Mrs. Kessler found her
in her room an hour later, her eyes red
from crying.
"And to think how loved that grip
she walled, why, mother she must
be utterly unprincipledp
Don't be hasty, little Castor. Pollux
may only be thoughtless. Perhaps she's
savable yet"
jules eyes flashed. SWELL, her
mother ought to be, any way. I'm GO
ing there tomorrow; and I'll see her
mother, or faint trying. And she shall
know what think of that sort OF girl,
too. Oh, mamma, how could she frolie
and sing, with her poor little mother
shaving at a machine through the long,
hot days9 I'd no idea they were as
poor as that Let's do something,
mamma. Let's get up boating party,
an informal one, and invite them all;
and see IL Miss Nell can keep her tired
little mother hidden then"
There, there, julie, cool down littlel
You look quite fiery But the idea
really isn't q bad one, and | think I'll
call with you tomorrow, as 1 ought to
have done long ago"
So II happened that, the next after
noon, Nell Wayne, airily twanging her
banjo in the little parlor, was surprised
to see Mrs. Kessler coming up the walk
Mamma in? Why, ye-es. I'll call
her" and in another minute the bent
little body, whom julie had met at the
gate, hurried In, "a half-frightened look
on her face, and needles and pins of as
sorted sizes on the front VI her rusty
black gown,
"Yoa poor little starved creature!'
julie was, commenting inwardly. "To
think of my eating iced oranges that
your poor 'pricked fingers had earnedp
But Mrs Kessler was talking in her
own sweet, sensible way, and gradually
chasing some of the tired lines from the
worn little dress+maker's face. Pretty
Nells roses were uncomfortable red,
when she heard the invitation for the
following afternoon, and redder still
when the mother, with little gasp Of
astonishment,' said: "Oh! how l should
enjoy it! used to love the water when
I was girl, but I haven't even seen 1t
now for months. Idon't seem to have
tho time. If only l could go tomorrow,
but"
"But what?" Mrs. Kessler smiled.
There is Mrs, Miller's dress to finish,
and 1t will take every minute until dark
tomorrow"
Then 1t was Jules turn to vent some
of her long-pent Indignation, and she
did it with q sweet Inconsistencies that
would have convulsed her fun-lovine
brothers.
"Oh, my dear Mrs. Wayne, I'm sure
that excuse won't hold minute.
Nell is so quick at any thing; she can
rush It through for you, know"
Mrs. Wayne looked at her daughter
in dazed sort of way, and there was
dead silonce until Nell herself said
with queer snap in her voice.. "Why,
yes; there'll be no trouble about the
dress. Mamma can go, of course. Well
all enjoy it immensely"
The dress actually was finished some.
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part of the happy party of the next
afternoon. One had but to look at the
face and figure of the tired little wom
an in black, to know that she, for one
certainly was enjoying it immensely,
as her daughter had predicted, She
seemed to freshen, as thirsty blossom
might have done, in the cool, sweet air
and the frolicsome breezes and the
plunge of the waves brought such colol
and life and sparkle to her face, thai
1 julie could hardly believe her the same
care-worn creature of the day before
julie, meantime, was doing, as she
afterward affirmed, more missionary
work to the square inch" than she hac
ever gotten in, in all her years of serv
ice as president of the Young Ladies
Mission Society.
Mamma" she said, months after
ward, that's one solid comfort abou
working with home heathen. Yol
know just when you've got 'em. Yo,
were right about Nell; it was as mucl
lack of thought as lack of principle
and now she's such sweet, solid, help
full girl, that I'm sure no one could eve
accuse her of doing the kittenish role
or of eating iced fruits in cool parlo
while her tired little mother shipped
stuffy dresses all day in stuffy back
room. Maud Rittenh ouse, in Interior