The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1862-11-25
SHOPPING.
A TALE OF LONDON TOWN.

Il will never marry Mr.. Youngscrew,
because he is rich as Crosus,' said Julia
Gushington, bursting into tears.
you shall never marry Capt. Mont
gomsry, because he is as poor as Job,
said old Gushington, bursting out of the
room, as Mrs. Major Manager entered
it.
Good gracious, Julia, what is the
matter p said Mrs. M. why, your
eyes are as red as (srrets, and you'll
burst the buttons off your polka if you
sigh so desperately
And Julia told her all, how she low
ed bold dragoon, with his saddle, bri
die, long sword and little more than his
pay, how her father refused to have him
for son in law, and how Mr.. Young
screw, stingy, giugery, brandy legged
BOBBY, had proposed and been accepted
by old Mr.. Gushington. The case SEEM
ed desperate to Julia-not SO to Mrs.
Major Manager.
My dear, said the old campaigner,
dry your eyes and leave all to me.
Dress yourself as becomingly as you can,
receive Mr.. Youngscrew with mods and
bscks, and wreathed smiles, and them
Then what 2 exclaimed Julia, open
ing her beautiful blue eyes to their ut
most.
And then well take him out shop
ping. My nieces Arabella, Emma and
Clara are going, as you know, TO join
their brother in India, and have prom
ised them part OF their outfit. You shall
buy all under my direction
But what has that to do with my
marrying Charley-I mean Capt, Mont
gomery p
ooh it's Charley, is ii . thought
Mrs. NJ, then there's no time TO loose
There's knock at the door, and there is
Mr.. Youngscrew and his brougharn. Do
as tell you, and trust TO my exper-
ience.'
Julia, like good girl, as she was,
obeyed her knowing old friend, and pres
emily appeared, looking more beautiful
than any lady in the book of fashions.
Youngscrew (who, by the by. was quite
as bad looking as Julia had painted him, J
stood agape with admiration, aud actual
ly perspired with ecstacy when the ladies
solicited his company 10 Swan g. Ed
gar's. The clock struck one as they en-
tered that paradise Of women. Mr.. Y
would have retired, but tho ladies knew
he had taste, and desired tho benefit of 1t.
They were soon seated, and the solemni-
ty began. Dress after dress was opened,
discussed and rejected. With patience
worthy Of the cause, did the highly res
pectable young curats- looking gentleman
behind the counter seek to satisfy his fas-
tdious customers, and at length succeed
ed
Mr.. Youngscrsw thought the price
he said some days afterwards stiff FUN.
The ladies scarcely had made it ques-
tion
Then the trimmings.
Twenty yards of ribbon at two shil.
lings yard !
Mr.. Y couldn't understand for what
il was wanted.
Sixty yards of braid at shilling
yard
Mr.. Y. began 10 sum in mental arith-
metic.
Twelve yards of lining at sixteen pence
yard
Good gracious Could she have got
as much as that about her as there sat
upon the chair before him /? If SO, how
much of that glorious heap was Swan d
Edgar, aud how much Julia Gushing.
ton?
Twenty four enamel buttons at two
shillngs each
By jingo She had twenty four on
her dress at that moment. for Young
screw began to count them.
Sksins of silk sewing cotton |
gimp I whalebons II! hooks |! II
aud eyes III!
Youngscrsw became mute as fish.
He felt inclined TO scream when the cur
ate asked. il that was all to day p AN
Mr.. Y. should think so-and did.
The clock struck four as the trio left
tho shop. Mr.. loungscrsw, pale as a
white sarsenst at the scene he had wit
messed, the ladies radiant with tho con
sciousnsss of having fulfilled SO far their
woman's mission.
We shall see you again tomorrow =