Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1894-02-02

wages with it, and I'd doctors bill and
all"
mo, that she didn't" cried voice
from the crowd. Pm knowing to
that"
And he'd better be off with his
cart" cried a man who had stalked out
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. I've got to
obey orders, or lose my position and
my bread and butter. She'd better go
to the boss and talk to him-not to
me-"
"Ive BEEN" said the woman. Hes
made of stone. | told him he'd starve
u.s. He will. There, what is the use
of my fighting like drunken body
in the street-me, decent woman!
They've more than the worth of the
thing now, God knows; but they've
the power. Take it." And she let go
her hold, and covered her eyes with her
hands.
But in place of those rough, red fin
gers, others, dainty and small, and
well-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 pay you
ten dollars?"
"Thems the boss orders, MISS" re-
piled the man, "and I'd 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 receipt, which she gave to
the poor woman, and experienced for
the first time the delight which the
performance of good deed brings
with it.
Moreover, when the machine had
been borne upstairs, Emma, who had
| exchanged a few words with its own
err, followed her to her miserable
room, noted its poverty, heard ali the
bitter tale. 1t was true one-the hot
tears told that.
"But l don't mind anything now,
miss" sobbed the narrator. "Now tho
machine is my very own, don't mind
how hard | work. And the only great
tug is the landlord-four dollars
month for rent"
GAS much a month as a yard OF that
trimmiug!" thought Emma, with lit
tie pang.
She questioned the woman further,
and found that her landlord lived lust
downstairs. /" And before she turned
from the door she had emptied 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 made her way homeward. She
was not even stung when Nine. Fa-
rine remarked with glance that said
volumes:
THE black lace from your old gren-
adine dress? Certainly, since it is your
taste"
The dress, however, was not unbe-
coming, despite the refurbished lace,
and Emma wore it to the party. She
was conscious that every woman Of
her acquaintance knew what the dress
was trimmed with, but her conscience
whispered to her that she had done
right, Moreover, the light of the bet
ter thought was on her face. Some
how, Arthur Maine found himself more
than ever attracted by it, and as she
drove home that night Emma felt that
the Marguerite which had said to her:
"He 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 the trimmings
of the rich; the other, that extravaganza
in dress is not always the way to win
a mans heart.-Woman's Journal