The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on November 20, 1895 · Page 8
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gi&fteed fited to her so trape, it Was "pttN that' Seam* and? Such Would get like the the world,',' GreenoUgh 'half in fun h'alf in earnest. Hei 4 fall sewing was 'just coming on, and uere was Lizzie •Bipjyn, • who had flstilted her so nice- going off to be ' f married; and she ,'•', , had no resource "' •• but to advertise for ,M another, and take V •>'!whomsoever she ,*, ( could get. No less "^ , than ten women « 4 .*, had been there that V/ day, and not one '/ woUld answer. l^, . " There comes y; Number Eleven; H|*;, "you will see," she g.'"' cried, as the bell "4k rang. II '*' Kitty Greenough ^' looked on with interest. Indeed, 'A, Jt WJ is her gowns, rather than 'I ,', her mother's,, that were most ^' pressing. She was just sixteen, and ». since last winter she had shot up sud- ( ; denly, as girls at that age so often do, &.- ,and outgrown most of her clothes. y^.'' Mrs - Greenough was 'right—it was | { >j1another seamstress; and Bridget >$'i showed in a plain, sad-looking woman, h£" of about forty, with an air of intense HJ^ 'respectability. Mrs. Greenough ex- f^f 'plained, what she wanted, done, and the wi'^woman said quietly that she was ac- A%l.customed to such work—would Mrs. $fo?l "Greenough be so kind as to look at some ^•-recommendations? Whereupon she yS^-'lhanded, out several lady-like notes, |)^ \whose writers indorsed the bearer, Mrs. Sv Margaret Graham, as faithful and capa- r{' ble, used to trimmings of all sorta, and pi)' quick to catch an idea. ffi'' "Very well, indeed!" Mrs. Greenough ^ "said, as she finished reading them. ""I $V,ask nothing better. Can you be ready $$!-* to come at once?" i$^ ' "Tomorrow, if you wish, madame," »£ \was the answer, and then Mrs. Graham %jfn went away. ^4* i Kitty < Greenough was an impulsive, I**',-,^imaginative > girl; no subject was too ^ji- dull or too'unpromising for her fancy ||V r to touch it. She made a story for her- IF^,' pelf 'about every new person who canie r,^T in he'r way. After Number Eleven had ||/, /gone" 1 down the stair's^ Kitty laughed. ft, ,- "Isn't she a sobersides, mamma? I f;t,\ don't believe .there'll! be any frisk in %" my dresses at all if she trims them." *} "There'll be frisk enough In them if ¥",' you wear them," her mother answered, *t . J emiling at the bright, saucy, winsome •,S'Y, face of her one tall'daughter, § .t,'; r ,Kitty was ready to turn the conver- '.,eatlon. ' * t , ' ? ( i,,- "• '"W|iat do you think" she is, mamma— <|L'~,wJfe or widow?" And then answering p: her owtt^question: "I th|nk she's mar- l^'.rjed, and her husband's sick, and she j)i;V has to take care of him. That solemn, jjjYftJlJ'way she has comes of much stay- g r ",'ing in a pick room. She's in the habit ifj^pf keeping quiet, don't you see? I Jjj^iwlsh sfte were a little prettier; I think tp"ihe vvpuld get well 1 quicker," p%,, ''"Tfrere'd be no plain, qujet people in ||\ryoup, world If you made one," her ||'"mpther said, smiling; "but you'd make ."Please, give me your address, Mrs. Graham, for I may want you again." "Seventeen Hudson street, ma'am; up two flights of stairs, and if I'm not there, Tom always is." "There, didn't I tell you?" Kitty cried, exultingly, after the woman had gone. "Didn't I tell you that he was sick? You see, now, Tom's always there." "Yes, but Tom may not be her husband, and I don't think he is. He is much more likely to be her child." "Mrs. Greenough, I'm astonished at you. You say that to be contradictious. Now, it is not nice to be contradictious; besides, she wouldn't look so quiet and sad if Tom were only her boy." But weeks passed on, and nothing more was heard of Mrs. Graham, until, at last, Thanksgiving day was near at hand. Kitty was to have a new dress, and Mrs. Greenough, who had under- "I AM TOM." -»jf. taken to flnisb- it, found that she had not time. -J f ' "Oh, let' 1 me go for Mrs. Graham, mamma!" cried Kitty. "Luke can drive me down to Hudson street, and then I phalj see Tom," Mrs. Greenough laughed and con- ented. In a few minutes Luke had brought to the door the one-horse coupe, which had been the last year's Christmas gift of Papa Greenough to his wife, and in which Miss Kitty was always glad to make an excuse for going out. Arrived at 17 Hudson street, she tripped up two flights of stairs, and tapped on a door, on which was ' a printed card with the name of Mrs. Graham, A voice, wita a wonderful quality of musical sweetness in it, answered: "Please to come in; I cannot ppen the door," If tty&t were "he," he had a very eingujar voice for a man. "I guess mamma was right after ajl," thought willful Kitty, "it's rather cur* tous how often mamma is rish,t, wfce» I come to think of It," She opened t»e door, and saw, not Mrs, Graham's, husband, nor yet 'her eon, but',$.giji:J r whose face Jopked &s~ jtf she might !)§ a,bput Kitty's own ag9, Whose ,$b0.m4erB , a.n£ wajgt tfillj tfce whose f« )V ,. v ly clean, and Tom's chair was soft and comfortable— as, indeed, a chair ought to be .which must be sat in from morning till night. Opposite to it were a few pictures on the ,wall— engravings ta^ken from books and magazines, and given, probably, to Mrs. Graham by some of her lady customers. Within easy reach was a little stand, on which | stood a rose bush in a pot, and a basket full of bright colored worsteds, while a book or two lay beside them. "And you never go out?" cried Kitty, forgetting her errand in her sympathy — forgetting, too, that Luke and his impatient horse were waiting below. "Not lately. Mother used to take me down into the street sometimes but I've grown too heavy for her now, and she can't. But I'm not very dull, even when she's gone. You wouldn't guess how many things I see from my window; and then I make worsted mats and tidies, and mother sells them; and then I sing." Kitty stepped to the window to see what range of vision it offered, and her eye fell on Luke. She recalled her business. "I came to see if I could get your mother to sew two or three days for me this week." Tpm^was alert and business-like at r " /.Ska!jii3i*V_ iSS. SjS .Sj&iTL &*• . _?<fe a._.,i t..j.*i S ^t.^it^i'S.igi r n, a huge basket Bile d with ' ftttd a ta take aS'/Sng bfli e^m eat, attd'aSeciidnalel& kissed the eripjied girt. " in a lefr feiautes, arrayed ift her new htbilimeflts, font was feady fdf the' fide, "Mew wiil't get dewa staifS?"'foiH tuke wai called iti, and that was sbived. Luke tbOk her Up as if sh6 w6fe a baby and marched down stairs with hef, while fih§ heard Kitty say-Mi it all seemed to her like a dream', and Kitty's voide like a voice in a dream: "I'm sorry there's nothing pretty to see at this time of the year. It was so lovely out-doors six weeks ago," 'Through Beach street they went, and then through Bdylston, and the common was beside them, with its tree boughs traced against the November sky, and the sun shone on Frog Pond, and the dome of the state house glittered goldenly, and there were merry people walking about everywhere, with their Thanksgiving faces on; and at last Tom breathed a long, deep breath which was almost a sob, and cried: "Did you think there was nothing pretty to see today—this day? Why, I didn't know there was such a world!" The clocks had struck twelve when they left Hudson street; the bells were ringing for one when they entered it again. Kitty ran lightly up stairs, followed by Luke, with Tom in his arms. Kitty threw open the door, and there was a table spread with as good a Thanksgiving dinner as the heart could desire, with Tom's chair drawn up beside it. Luke lot his light burden down. Kitty waited to hear neither thanks nor exclamations. She saw Tom's brown eyes as they rested on the table, and that was enough. She bent for one moment over the bright face—the cheeks which the out-door air 'had painted red as the rose that had just opened in honor of the day—and left on the young, sweet, wistful lip's a kiss, and then went silently down the stairs, leaving Tom and Tom's mother to their Thanksgiving. • ' ^?F*t$£& "Let me see," she said; "to-day is Tuesday," and she drew toward her a little book; and looked it over, "Tomorrow is engaged, but you could have Thursday, Friday and Saturday, if you want so much. Please write your name against them." Kitty pulled off her pretty gray glove and wrote her name and address with the little toy pencil at the end of her chatelaine; and then she turned to go, but it was Tom's turn to question. "Please," said the sweet, fresh voice, which seemed so like the clqar carol of Thanksgiving. That fields have yielded ample store Of fruit and wheat and SOME NEW RESPLENDENT STARS. That nights of restful blessedness Have followed each new morn; That flowers have blossomed by the paths That thread our working days, That love has filled us with delight, We offer heartfelt praise. What shall we say of sorrow's hours, Of hunger and denial, Of tears, and loneliness, and loss, Of long and bitter trial? Oh, In the darkness have not we Seen new, resplendent stars? Have we not learned some song of faith Within our prison bars? Not only for the Earth's rich gifts- Strewn thick along our way, Her looks, of constant loveliness, We thank our Go4 to-day; But for the spirit's subtle growth, The higher, better part, The treasures gathered in the soul— The harvest of the heart, —Mary F, Butts, the Polly loved to watch Bridget while she cooKed the Thanksgiving dinner, Th,e Kitchen was lull of sweet 'scents, ginger and nutmeg and cinnamon, and the gmeU of the big 'turkey' }n the oven and tasted, and. tasted a^atoi- '. • ; e he ( Jp» Bridget," ?aj4 little ' ' ' ' - * '. Jtas sfi jayM far fes Safest 18 fiftfl , wfaeit it mMtbs a tidiest ties, ftM the fame ii fire thfotigH&ut, the era* «ttiift been 6iEra, 'pf eeiativB jptftUr - mists Ifiteated with the At aae and thelf diif ieua frletids gatfa- ef in grime a&eesglbie" studio in ardent groups' td turn dtit tfae&e pictures. th<§ excitement lies in the laet that no ana 'tiafi fotesee i^uite hdw they will turn eut; the pleasure, iiot in the iwtelty, though that, of course, contributes to it, but' Mostly in the pof&ht truth that in ntt other way can the' Same effects of light and shade be obtained. To pro* dttce the monotype the artist paints his Study upon a zinc plate, which iS put through a press. As the name implies, only one impression is produced. Those that are 'done in one color are the most successful as yet, though some of the two-color attempts are very charming, The subtlety of certain delicate effects, as, for instance, sunlight on water, is rendered by this new phase of art in a truly marvelous manner. Although the cordiality of Paris may not be expected, perhaps, In America, for the monotype, there can be no doubt that they will be warmly received here, when they are once at home in our art exhibits and when, too, the public has learned to understand them sufficiently to appreciate the fact that a favorite study, produced }n this way, will not be found duplicated in a neighbor's drawing room; this is now the fear of the careless art patron who seems to have some hazy idea of etchings in his mind. The practical wife of an artist who has lately returned from Paris with the monotype fever raging in his blood, complains ruefully: "Why, my husband took the clothes-wringer away from the maids for a press to produce those pictures!" She smiled with a woman's superiority as she added: "He said they could have It back again! It would take at least three hours to remove that oily paint with turpentine every time they used it." With a sigh, "I have bought a new wringer.'" So there is a sordid side to even such gems Of art as his wife dlsr plays with a pride that must soften, if it does not efface, the domestic inconvenience. The esthetic side is Venetian scenes in brown, an old stone bridge in gray, mountain peaks and a seascape in blue, and a cluster of picturesque willows in green. Who could mind the loss of one wringer after feasting the eyes on such exquisite shading, particularly if it isn't her wringer? A Tremendous Cargo, From the New York Tribune: Boston is puffed up with pride over the large cargo taken away from the port by the Layland Line steamer Victorian about a week ago, on her first eastward trip. The big load included 155,000 bushels of grain, 1,800 tons of flour, 1,100 tons of provisions, 800 tons of resin, 5,300 bales of cotton, 500 tons of leathe'r and leather goods, 260 tons of dressed beef, 100 tons of lumber, 75 tons of hay and feed for cattle, 654 head of cattle and 1,591 sheep. All parts of the United States east of the Rocky Mountains, and even Canada, were represented on the. manifest. Georgia sent over 4,000 bales'of cotton, North Carolina furnished the greater part of the resin and the Northwest sent 114,000 bushels of corn, 41,000 of wheat, 16,250 sacks of flour, 2,280 pieces of walnut, and quantities of pork, beef and lard, Canada supplied 1,945 bales of hay, while the Old Bay State furnished 1,350 bales and 500 bags of leather, 50 cases of paint, and 40 hogsheads and 100 barrels of fine old Medford rum. The Chinese Strawberry Bird, Dr. Eva Harding of Topeka, Kan,, is the proud owner of a little Chinese strawberry bird, so called because of the resemblance of Us plumage to a strawberry, The bird is very small, and sings a little piping tune, its bill and breast feathers are bipod red, and the entire plumage is flecked with tiny white spots, like the seeds of a strawberry. Dr, Harding says it is the only bird of its kind in town, NOTES OF THE PAY. Ocean steamers of the first class each consume from 190 to 280 tons of coal a day. 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