The morning call., 1891-09-09
NEEDLE AND THREAD.

all Nlu UdCllE4O4
THAT'S what he told me Just in so many
words" said Mrs Pennypaeker, who stood
on the threshold OF her best room, with her
head tied up in pocket handkerchief and
A hair-broom in her hand, wherewith she
gesticulated, after a tragic fashion, as she
talked, Willie Miss haywood, tall and slen-
der as a wild lily, stood in the hall with
roll of music under her arm, and her slight
figure wrapped in a shabby black shawl.
And he's willing to pay my price, cash,
every Sunday night Never attempted to
beat me down a penny, if you'll believe me,
my dear. He drinks only English breakfast
tea. and he wants his pr-crust made with
the best Attorney butter instead Of lard,
as is good enough for tie other people; anG
he must have ventilators to all the windows,
and an open CRATE instead oil the DaSe-
hnrning stove; and hope you'll not be
offended. my dpar-but be particularly DIS
likes a uianO,
"Dislikes plauo?" said the little music
teacher, reddening in spite Of herself.
And he SAYS, SAYS he, hope, Mrs. Pen
nvpaeker. that there IS no piano IN the
house A piano,' says he, plays the de uce
with NV nervous system, with Its ever! asst
ing tum-tuuI These were his words, my
dear So, ms dear, I'd be grateful IL you
wont mind doing your pTaeueing untll les
out LOT HIS uhtl1 wan AAS4H - - SN-7-
regular as the clock.
Miss haywood looked piteOusly up in the
landlady's face.
81 will do anything to oblige you, Mrs,
Pennyparker." she said earnestly Il
have not forgotten how very much am In
debted to yOu, both in actual money ana IN
Kindness, which money can never repay,
''Nly dear, don't say word, saIu MIS-
Pennynacker hastily. you've been sick,
and you've got little behind HAND, and it's
ouite natural YOU should be little low
Spirited now and then. Aud you're quite
welcome to stay on here uplli you TO aUIe 10
settle up your little account,
HouOra NayWOoI sighed as she Thought
how often her little advertisement had oeen
inserted In the daily newspapers without
attracting the least notice from the world
of tatrons and pupils. There were so many
''caDabIe music teachers. willing to give
lessons at moderate prices, nowadays, ana
how was any one to know how very much
she needed the money!
And. as the time crept on and no pupils
came, HonoTa beg IN to ask herself serl-
ously whether she should 60 out IN some
mental capacity, or stay genteelly at home
and StRTve.
Clothes ma'am.
Honora started from her reyery as the
washerwOman's stumpy little girl banged
herself, Ike a human battering-Tan, up
against the door, with preposterOuSly large
basket on her arm.
{" Yes" said Honora, coloring put them
down, Sally. But I-Pm afraid it isn't con-
venient to paw your mother to-day:
Mother didn't say nothing pout me
pay" said Sally, wiping her forehead with
q whisk Of her feet. d" ! was TO leave the
clothes. with her tumble duty, and she 'oped
they'd suit; but it was that damp on Mon
day and tuesday as starch wouldn't stick.
and she 'upes you'll excuse all mistakes, as
they'll be better next time"
llnFr a
HonOra. with little sigh, as she marYeied
as this UNEXPECTED access OF courtesy on the
part Of her Miiesan laundress.
But when Sally had stumped OF down
stairs, her Tapping slippers beating sort Of
tattoo as she went, Miss Haywood took OF
the fTlnged towel that covered the basket
Of clothes and gave little start.
"Shirts," said HOGOra, and socks, and
turnover collars No. 10. and great big
pocket nandkercheis, Ike the sails OF
Ship, ana white vests, and goodness me,
what does it al mean? Mrs. Mulvey has
sent me some gentleman's wardrobe by
mistake. l must send these things back at
once"
But then Miss haywood looked down al
the articles thoughtfuly.
al never had q brother" unused Miss
haywood, land | can't remember my
father; but Of this l am quite certain-it
bad either one or the other, l should thank
any girl to mend their dilapidated ward
robes if they looked like this. And Mrs.
Mulvey can't send before night, and unfor-
tuHately I've nothing to do, so I'll just mend
this poor fellows clothes, whoever he may
be. A half starved theological student,
perhaps training for the Polynesian Islands;
OF, perhaps a newspaper reporter, or pale
clerk, under the skylight of some dry goods
house. At all events he Is wOrse OFF than l
am, for he cannot mend his own clothes,
and | can"
And the smiles dimpIed around Honora
MaywoOd's little rosebud Of mouth, as
she sat down to darn holes, sew on tapes,
and insert Iatcnss.
He'll never know who did It," said
Hon ra to herself, "but dare say he'll be
thankful: and If one can get chance to do
little good in this world, he ought not to
grudge ones time and trouble"
And as HOnOra stitched away, she unused
sadly whether or not she ought to accept
position which had offered itself as assistant
matron in an orphan asylum, where the
work would be almost uncomfortable, and the
pay next to nothing. with no Sundays or
holidays. and ladies' committee, consist
ing of three starched old maids, to sit
upon her the first Friday OF every month.
II almost think I'd rather starye," said
HOnOra. But dear mel starving is a seri-
GUS business. when one comes to consider it
face to face"
Sally Mulvey came back. putting and
blowing Ike human whale, in about two
hours.
'Mother said she sent the wrong basket, 1"
said she, breathlessly.
''Ithought it very probable, Sally" said
Miss haywood.
And mothers compliments" added
Sally, land she can't undertake your things
no longer, because she does cash bust
ness, and there hain't nothing been paid on
your account since last June"
HonOra felt herself growing scarlet.
Il am very sorry, Sally" said she.
please tell your mother will settle my bill
as soon as | possibly can"
Sally fOunced out of the room, red and
indignant like an overcharged thunder
cloud, and poor little HoDOra, dropping her
head on her hands, burst into tears.
"Pretty girl that-very pretty indeed"
remarked Mr.. Broderlck. an old bachelor,
to Mrs. Pennypacker, the landady.
'Do you mean"
II mean the young lady boarder of yours
that soc on the stairs now and then" eX-
planned Mr.. Broderick. Mice fgure-big,
soft eyes, like a gazelle. l believe some one
told me she was a music-teacner. Is she %
That's her profession" answered Mrs.
PenDypacker. But amt many pupils as
wants tuition, and poor little dear, she has
had hard time OF IT,"
''HumphW grunted Mr.. Broderick. "What
fools women are not TO have a regular pro-
fessionl II had daughter, I'd bring her
up self-supporting institution
And Mr.. BrOderick disappeared into his
room, in the midst whereof stood girl with
tapping slippers, pretentious shawl and q
bonnet which had originally been manu-
featured for a woman twice her size.
who are you, my good grip" demanded
Mr.. Broderick.
"Piease. sir, I'm Sally, the washerwoman
Sally" was the response.
"And what do you want here%
''Please, sir, I've come to bring your
things" said Sally. chatterng off her Lesson
like parrot. "And, please, sir, her 'um.
BILE duty, and she hopes they'll suit, but II
was that damp aud muggy Monday ant
Tuesday as starch wouldn't stick; and she
hopes you'll excuse all mistakes, as they
shall be done better next time, SIR"
"Who mended them~ demanded Mr.
Br0derick, whose hawk eyes had caugh
sight of the dainty needlework upon his gar.
ments
Nobody mended EN-" said Sally. ''Ant
mother she says it's easy to See as the new
gent is q bachelor, on account of the holes in
Lis heels and toes. and strings off his dick
eys."
Il can tell you who mended EN-" said
Mrs. Pennypacker, "for l see her at it, the
yroffv DEAR f-Misa MavWnnd And cave