Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-04-01
STORY OF A PATCHWORK QUILT.
How It Jostled the Rich Furnishings of
 the Manhattan Club.

How It Jostled the Rich Furnishings of
 the Manhattan Club.
 The days of patchwork quilts have been considered over for years, even in the smaller towns and villages It be- comes, therefore, a matter of note that one should have found its way last summer into the Manhattan club and reposed there for many weeks on a brass bedstead, whose rich design and equipments were in strong contrast to the quaint simplicity of the quilt An inventor of fables might evolve a very pretty tale from this strange conjunc- tion of modern elegance with product of the domestic arts that dates back almost half century.
 The counterpanc in question was like a bit of delf-all blue aud white, with q creamy tone to the white, which was the result of the softening influences of time The design was that of blue stars set in white sky, rather a trav- esty on nature, but very good form as bedquilts used to go. The sky or back ground, or whatever it might be called, was a wonderful succession of the finest, closest shells" recalling memories of the ancient quilting bee with its at- tendant festivities The work was beau- tifuuy done, and delightful images of village danes and maidens who gath cred round the frames" to accomplish this charming result came trooping up at sight of the myriad painfully small and regular stitches which went to complete the general whole.
 It was strange place for it-aristo- cratic Fifth avenue aud the Manhattan club. And how it got there involves a little story with touch of pathos.
 A western bonanza king, one of those who, after years of poverty and hard work, suddenly, in the days of the Lead vile boom, found himself several times | a millionaire. Some years later he took it into his big. generous heart to be. friend young man who was struggling desperately with poverty, even as the | millionaire himself had struggled in times gone by. The young man proved somewhat unusual beneficiary, for he was grateful He put his gratitude not only into words but into actions, and the two became fast friends.
 The one who had been helped had a dear old mother who, after the manner of dear old mothers, orshiped her son. Everything he did was perfection in | her eyes, and all his friends were saints, She was simple soul who lived in a | remote village, and when she heard o1 the material assistance her boy had re ! ceived at the hands of the millionaire | she set her mind to work to conjure ur a keepsake which she might send thi. king of carbonates in token of hel | grateful appreciation.
 | She was poor, of course, and had only q few patchwork quilts Of these she chose the choicest, and the Manhattan | club, where the rich westerner was
 temporarily stopping, was it's destina
 tion. The gentleman was pleased be ! yond measure and not little touched by the good woman's evident gratitude
 He insisted on using the quilt on hi
 bed forthwith, which was certainly tht
 highest honor he cou Id pay it, and h,
 insists on using it still in still hand
 somer room in his own house than thu
 one which he occupied at the club
 The old blue and white quilt has go
 into good society in its latter days, an,
 has a quiet dignity of it's own whicl
 couldn't be gainsaid even in the mids
 of it's superb surroundings.-N. Y | Times