The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1879-03-05

Twill, John;it shall go Ias fur as
New York she replied, With a hap
pyolaugh, throwing her arms around
his neck and giving him an enthusi
astic hug.
She wrote her letterto New York
at Mrs. Jupe's dictation, and thesam
pies came in due time.
John turned themoyer quizsingly
Couldn't you judge better Of the col
or and quality to see them in the
whole piece, rather than in such a
little scrap as this?
Oh, what a silly Johnl Of course
not, when | can examine them at my
leisure now, with no saucy clerk tc
snatch them out Of my hands or talk
me into buying what | don't want at
all.
A long hour was spent in this in.
spection.
Do-do you think it had better be
mixed goods or plain?
John was good natured. He laid
down the newspaper to take the bits
of cloth again in his hands. Do you
call that mixed2 singing out u scrap
all knobs, and long, loose hairs, and
vieing with Joseph's coat in colors--
the latest fashioned warm uglinessi
Yes, to be sure.
Well, then, dear, | should say let
us have it plainl
So she chose a soft, warm basket
cloth in- dull maroon. Six yards,
eighteen dollarsI But it was double
width and theselneH goods were. ex;
5pensiye. Theeprices ran as high as
five dollars yard; three was moder-
alton. And there would be enough
for long sacque, and then-last con-
sideration of a prudent mihd-it
would make over" admirably.
Then the silk-(for this was to be
u handsome suit)-Mrs, Jupe had
said that silks were to be got at any
price now. And not to be mean or
to buy a poor quality. Mrs. Fay had
fixed her price at dollar and half
peryard.
But a scrap at two dollars just
matched ercloth. And, she fancied
as the most Of the sampled ranged ut
prices even higher, with an impetu-
oSity which characterized the move-.
ments of the small woman who mild
ly ruled the Fay family, she decided.
upon this. Seven yards-no eight,
it was well to have a piece lett, and
there should be q bonnet to match.-
Light, it must be. She sent her or.
der in haste and then awaited the re.
suit with an excitement which held
in 1t more and more ofrepentance as
the day went by. &
Early in the afternoon of the third
day, an express, wagon. u man and
an enormous book appeared at her
door. She ran to open it. She took:
the precious parcel which bore her
name and placed it carefully within
the sanctities ofthe parlor, while the
man was fumbling for the bill.
Thirty-four dollars ma'am.
She had the exact amount in her
hand, She hadhad the exactamolfnt
within reach for the last two days.4
Write your name just there. And
Mrs, Fay wrote her name where the
purple and black pointed grimfy-in
characters a good deal like the trem-
bling ones with which she had writ
ten, Eyes, dear john" two years be;
fore, in reply to a certain letter which
need not be mentioned here. az
And a dollar for the express. n Z
II thought it was fifty cents. I,
Both ways, madam, you know, 9.
0. b, No, she didn't know; mot at
that moment certainly, outshesilp-
ped a ffty,cent piece slyly back into
her pocket and paid him the dollar
he demanded.
She did not open the parcel at
once. She sat down,to do u sum in
mental arithmetic, .fyed6l,
lars from fifty left fifteen; and there
were the Innings and trimmings,the
press.maker and Susan James to be
provided for. And Aunt Maria's
cloak There was no impatience in
the fingers that united the string as
she preparedtoin inspect the new dress.
She had lost her enthusiasm over i
already. - sss