Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-05-25

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go, Frank, if YOU onlv could!" cried
hands.
i .tAt all events, it is worth the trial, :"
salu hlss Becky, cheering up little.
"Tado Anoko! That is quite new
name"
So Mr.. Franklin. on his way to the
leSal Mecca of Waitstill & Lingerlong
the next day, stopped at the newly
panied and gilded establishment of
Iado Anoko, where a plump, red
wiskered man who spoke excellent
English with perhaps a redundancy of
h's) placed himself at his service. To-
gether they unrolled the ivory mounted
banner, and viewed the stork and the
palms and the wonderful needlework
wares of the Kyusi River.
"Very sorry,n said the superintend-
emit, as he called himself, of Tado Ano-
KOS bazar, ''but I don't suppose, sir
don't, indeed-as you'll find hanything
10 correspond with this 'ere piece of Ugh
mart. There never was but a few of
em imported. And they're all bought
! hup. Law bless You, sir, the gentry
they WaH ave 'em, sir, at hany price"
"A plump, fresh-colored old woman,
the salesman's aunt, who had been
arranging palm-leaf fans on gigantic
screen at the back of the store, now
came forward, peeping at the satin scroll
over her nephew's shoulder.
| Its quite true, sir, what Simpson
says" pronounced she. "I know those
/ banners. There amt one to be had in
the city. P'raps our house may import
some more for the holidays; but
"Call Alta Graves imperiously in
terrupted Mr.. Simpson. ssShe knows
deal about the stock. She can tell u.s."
Alta Graves was summoned-a pretty,
pink checked little damsel, with hair
brown and shining like newly ripened
chestnut, and dark eyes which she
| scarcely ventured to lift from the floor.
go yes" she assented, in an innocent,
bird-like sort of voice, "she had seen
| those banners. But there were none at
present remaining in Tado Anoko's
store of imported novelties. Unless,
| indeed, the gentleman would take a fine
quality of paper mounted on linen"
But Mr.. FRANKLIN shook his head.
Paper would not meet the views of the
ladies in whose behalf he was conducting
the investigation, he said. The banner
must be of satin, of the same black color,
embroidered in corresponding pattern.
| He was sorry for giving so much trouble
and he went out, leaving his card, so
that in case any new vein of banners
or decorations should be struck at the
| eleventh hour, he might perchance get
the benefit of it.
Three days afterward, just as the
hands of the office regulator were con-
| solidating themselves at the figure
| Nd l,oh all = Il itT-x,
pealing their musical noon jangle, there
came the smallest of tap-taps at the
outer door of the firm of Waitstill &,
Lingerlong, in which Mr.. Frank Frank
| lyn was silent partner. And there
stood Alta Graves, rosy and FACILITATING.
"Why," exclaimed Mr.. FRANKLIN,
| trying to locate the fresh, blooming
face in his mind, and associating it odd
| " with Chinese monsters, mammoth
chests of tea, and curious odor of fresh
| mating and sandal-wood fans, sits the
young lady from Tado Anoko's place,
| isn't it?''
And Alta made a little courtesy, and
answered, breathlessly: eyes, please"
Mr.. FRANKLIN graciously babe her
enter Mr.. Waitstill was at his lunch,
and Mr.. Lingerlong was in the back
office, arguing with dusty old client
who believed himself a better Judge of
law than Blackstone, so that the coast
was clear. What on earth did she want
of himP he asked himself. Had the
| firm got into lawsuit, and had she
been sent to bid his immediate presence
on the scene? Or was she herself
about to sue her principals for breach of
contract?
Scan be of any service to you?"
he courteously asked, as she stood there,
still breathless, and changing from pink
to pale.
and see how you like itP' said she, hur-
riedly unrolling a little parcel which
until now she had carried in her hand.
1t was long strip of black satin, with
a scarlet-plumed ibis wading through
white silk deeps of water, with the
Sacred Mountain Fusiyama rearing its
peak beyond, while in the foreground
waved picturesque tangle of reeds and
rushes.
"The very thing!" exclaimed Frank
| Ign. ssBut it isn't mounted"
| "Almost any store will do that for
you, SIR" said Alta, her cheek brighten
ing into still deeper carmine at his evil
dent satisfaction.
| huo uiNth sOo ShoW LILO oiAio
the other day?" he questioned.
ell hadn't found it them" an
swered Alta, in some confusion.
"And what is the price?" Mr.. Frank
Ign asked, putting his hand in a bust
ness-like way into his pocket.
Here again pretty Alta seemed to be
puzzled. She didn't know, she said.
Could the gentleman tell her the price
| of the other one?
1t was ten dollars, Mr.. FRANKLIN be-
lieved.
"Then," said Alta, speaking with an
evident effort, "would you think this too
dear at eight dollars, seeing that it isn't
mounted?''
81 should consider it very fair
price," said Mr.. Franklyn, kindly. And
he paid her the money, gold half-eagle
and three crisp, clean ne-dollar bills;
and she vanished away down the long
hall like little gray shadow.