Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1864-12-21
FATE OF A TIN DIPPER.

t'Want TO buy any ware, to-day
ma'am? pals, brooms, needles, scis
sors, thread, washboards-allk kinds OF
glass ware, cheap for old rags, old
iron. money, or credit? Want to pur.
chase-should like to trade with you u
This was the salutation of tall,
handsome youth, as he opened Mrs.
Phillips kitchen door, one fine morn
ing in August and addressed the lady
of the house at her seat by the win-
dow. Now Mrs. Phillips was nettIed
with the disobliging conduct of a
skein of yarn which she was winding
and she answered the fellows inqui-
ries rather tartly for her
"No, l don't want any of your
! trashl'
Mrs. Phillips eyes snapped porten-
liously and her eyebrows grew into
closer relationship, as if determined
that no peddler should be suffered to
annoy their amiable owner.
please, Mr.. Peddler-man | want a
tin dipper." Called a childish voice
from a porch, and little Eva Phillips,
the first and last born of her parents,
came bounding into the room-Eva
was u beautiful child, and the young
peddler gaZed at her with undisguised
admiration.
"And pray, for what does my curly
headed girl want = tin dipperi" he
asked with an. amused EXPRESSION on
his face.
."Oh TO dipup wafer iron the brook,
to get berries down on Blackberr
Hills, and she added, with a charm
ing naulette, to see my face in"
The peddIer laughed.
Female vanity is alike the world
overp he muttered 10 himself, then
but my dear girl you shall have the
dipper. The best tin in the world
might be proud of mirroring such a
face! Come out to the cart and get it!
Eva ran merrily down to the brown
gate, where the peddler's good natured
horse was patiently waiting the mas
ter's coming, her happy head full of
the grand times she'd have with that
tin dipper. The peddler opened the
box, and took from thence very
bright diFper, and then with the point
OF his knife he engraved his name
Eugene Fullor-upon the outside, and
gave it into the child's hand.
"There, my little miss, what is your
nameI"
eva Pearl Phillips, said the girl in
specting her gift with sparkling eyes
"Miss Eva, pretty name-well,
accept this dipper as love gauge
from Eugene Fuller, who, when he gets
older, is coming back to make you
bis little wife Good-by wifey w and
the laughing boy sprang upon his
seat and drove off
"His little wife p unused Eva, on
her way back to the house. | wonder
what mOthor will say? l wonder if
she will begin to make pillow cases
and sheets just as Aunt Ethel did be-
fore cousin Carrie Pearl was married?
/ must tell her about it. And Eva
dashed into the kitchen full of impor-
tant news. "Mother, mother, the
peddlerman says he is going tc mar
~ me one of these davs-ain't it fun
NJ? Only think, then L can have as
ma " tin dippers as l like p
GAS many fddlesticks! Go help
Jane shell the beans for dinner.
1 do wish there had not been peddler
created; they're pest y Mrs. Phil
lips rocked violently back and forth
in her cushioned chair. and madean
extra knot in the red factory yarn.
Time passed on and Eva kept the
lin dippcr among her most cherished
playthings-she did not use it often
10 hold berries or to dip spring water
for fear its lustre would be spoiled,
and the name Of the donor etfaced.-