Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1876-11-10

want RIBBONS they usually go to u dry
goods store. That isl she added.
pleasantly, sunless they are idiots"
THANK you. miss responded the
customer, abjectly; "will you please
show me some ?"
The young lady heard him, but she
heeded not. Her eyes were with her
mind, and that was far away. She
was slowly passing in review the lead
ing incidents and most thrilling scenes
OF the story 'Irene's Vengeance, or
The Discarded Daughter-in-I.aw,"
which will be concluded in the next
number of The Weekly Slushbucket,
and wondering whether Irene would
take poison, or marry the Count, or
XIII the Count, and retire to a nun
merry. Returning to mundane things,
she said, with a feeble show of in
terest:
"What sort? About how wideo
What for? About what prce?'
Then she went off into another
trance, considering what theater she
would go to if her fellow asked her;
and what she would take for supper il
he invited her after the performance;
and whether the fried oysters would
make her very bilious next day. FL
nally she gave some signs of returning
animation, and listened affably as the
old man said: "Just show me few.
and I'll pick out what'll sorter suit the
old woman"
The young lady. with freezing con-
tempt, replied, mimicking the old
man accent to perfection: ''lladn t
you better git hum and send the old
woman or some one that kinder sorter
knows what she wants, ell ~
Sartin, sartin, Miss" meekly re-
piled the old man. Mornin, miss
sorry to have put We to 50 much
trouble and he turned away. t
At that moment the door opened
and the stern manager entered the
store. He did not seem to recognize
any one, and was haughtily advancing
up the aisle between the shawl and
rug and Undertaking departments
when he caught sight of the old man.
In an instant his demeanor was
changed. and, bowling obsequiously to
the venerable stranger, he said:
GOOD morning, sir. ! trust this
informal inspection of your business
has shown that we, your employees,
are active in your service and faithful
to the trust you repose in us. This
way, honored sir Mr.. Hopper, carry
chair to my Office and Adonis Hop
per. Esq, intermitted winking at the
the young lady, bounded over the
counter and trotted away nimbly on
his mental errand. When he returned
he said to the young lady. in reply to
her question, ''Who is the old man 2"
"Oh, that's the new Tycoon. He's
bought out the whole establishment.
They say he's worth $1,000, 900.
Widower. His first wife was a clerk
in store that treated him civily for
himself alone, and he married her and
gave her a $1,000 set of diamonds,
and us for dresses--Lord her bill
must have been thousand month.
They say she was the very image Of
you. Guess you've made an impress
sion on him. Be sure you invite us
all to the wedding"
A cold shudder ran down that young
woman's spine, and she turned deadly
pale in the substrata of her face. But
she was woman, and soon recovered
her self-possession, and when the OBJ
sequious manager ushered the new pro-
prietor round and introduced him to
the clerks she had rallied sufficiently to
say:
- trust you will excuse me, sir, for
my innocent deception of this morn
ing. The fact is, / had recognized you
and put on toward you demeanor
wholly ut variance with my usual con-
duct. ! feared that if / were as cour-
teous to you as ! always am to Gus
toners you might think ! was actuated
by interested and unworthy motives"
Then dropping her voice she added:
Had | known of your irreparable
loss fear that my sympathy with you
in your deep affection would have pre-
vented me from carrying out my little
comedy. "-Chicago Tribune.
A fat old gentleman was bitten in