The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-01-15

Mr.. Mallon was soon stricken with con-
sumption.
Their money gave out and Mrs. NAL
Ion had to go to work She applied to
the manager of publishing house.
What can you do?" said he.
"Anything-scrub the floor if you've
nothing better for me; it needs it, so
the story goes.
Can you write fashions?"
She thought she could, and was there
fore engaged at a salary of $40 week
to work at the Office nine hours each
day.
During the last few days of her hus-
band illness she was allowed TO do ner
work at home She wrote of the fash
ions by his bedside. Only one day she
failed to send in her fashion notes; that
was the day he died. But she sent word
to the Office that they should receive
her copy the next morning.
In those days there were stage
coaches up Broadway. If she were a
moment late in getting to the corner
she found the stage waiting for her.
The driver saw to it that she reached
her work on time.
During these years her salary was
raised from time to time, and few
years ago she left that position ana
began writing her Bah letters.
Later she was on the staff of the La
dies Home Journal, where she con-
Quoted three departments-fashi by
Isabel Mallon: Side Talks, by Ruth
Ashnnore"; and answers to correspon-
dents on general questions. She read
most of the current literature Her
fayorite authors were Thackeray, Bal
FAC and SwiEburne.
Aside from the great amount OF Tune
she spent in routine reading, she work
ut 1onr
Each morning Immediately after break
fast. she began debating to her type
writer, never writing a word herself
except personal letters.
With her mother and a maid she
lived in a six-room fiat. The walls of
her drawing room are covered with
photogrs phs and paintings of places
and people. Off the drawing room is
her sleeping apartment. 1t is a tiny
place, furnished with brass bedstead
and a low oak dressing table, which is
covered with sterling silver toilet arti-
cies. There are 80 of them; some in
repousse work, some engraved; all
heavy.
There are few chairs and only a
couple of fine pictures on the wall. The
room has little bric-a-brac. The bed
is hung in gray satin curtains brocaded
In dull reds and green's. A crucifiX
]
Back of the drawing room is the mu-
sic room, in which there are. a piano, a
banjo, mandolin and q hand organ,
which Mrs. Mallon sometimes liked TO
grind 'for fun"
The dining room is furnished in oak.
China and glass and silver cover the
buffet and side tables. She entertained
much.
Mrs. Mallon bought only the best of
and hnnnAfC She nO1lId NOT
she said, afford any other sort Twice
a year she got new street frocks. Her
hats were of the $25 sort, for she said
that if she paid less for them she would
have to discard them after a short time.
Her favorite color was red-bright car
dinal
Mrs. Mallon had a fancy for jewelry.
Most of the jewels went to fill up her
/ trinket box, since she wore very little
| except rings, for which she had a
| craze.
She did not favor the NEW woman
She prided herself on her southern
] birth and said: After all, we southern
women don't know very much, any
how. except how to love and be loyal
to what we love-
| Her readers sent her every variety of
gift. One which she specially valued
was the left-hind foot Of hare caught
at midnight in a graveyard. This was
sent by a western admirer. She always
carried it. It was one of her supersti-
| lions.
| 1t is said that she forgot no kindness
and forgave no malicious harm to her
friends. She was not specially mindful
of herself. She was an accomplished
piano player when girl, and often
asked her visitors to play for her. After
her husbands death she never touched
4, a piano. Ea19a
would you marry AGAIN." said a
friend. mo-" she answered quietly. 81
have had as much happiness in my life
as is allowed to one woman"
The new calendar Is nothing but leaves;
the old calendar is nothing but the eye
let hole by which it hung.-Pittsburg
Chronicle Telegraph.