The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1882-05-31


degree of charity wherewith mission.
ary may be supposed to regard we'll
intentioned cannibal, "and in knotty
point of law ] don't suppose you have
your equal. But, you see, you are not
aesthetic"
"N-no," confessed Mr.. Franklyn,
rubbing his nose; ''perhaps I am not.
But why don't you and Aunt Miranda
go down to the stores and match the
thingP"
eve have tried, said Miss Beckley.
1t can't be done," added Miss Be-
linda, with sigh.
"Give it to me-" said Frank, who was
great at an emergency. "I'll take it
downtown with me tomorrow. There's
new place opened near the docks
where they pretend to import novelties.
Tado Anoko, I believe, is the name
painted up over the door. Probably
the concern is kept by an Irishmap, /,
with staff of German clerks. But
I've seen some nice things out at the
door. Perhaps / can obtain something
to suit you there"
"Oh, Frank, if you only could p
cried Miss Belinda, clasping her nit
tened hands.
"At all events, it is worth the trial."
said Miss Beckley, cheering up little.
"Tado Anoko That is quite new
name"
70 Mr.. FRANKLIN, on his way to the
legal Mecca of Messrs. Waitstill Il Lin
gerlong the next day, stopped at the
newly painted and Rilded establishment
OF Tado Anoko, where q plump, red
whiskered man who spoke excellent
English with perhaps redundancy of
h's) promptly placed himself at his SER
vice. Together they unrolled the ivory
mounted banner and viewed the stork
and the palms of the wonderful needle
work wares of the Kyusi river.
"Very sorry" said the superinten-
dent, as he called himself, of Tado
Anokos bazaar, "but don't suppose,
sir-I don't, indeed-as you'll find hany-
thing to correspond with this ere piece
Of Ugh hart, There never was but a
few of 'em himported. And they'Ie all
bought hup. Law bless you, sir. the
gentry they will ave 'em, sir, at hany
price"
A plump, fresh-colored old woman,
the salesman's aunt, who had been ar
ranging palm leaf fans on gigantic re-
volving screen at the back of the store,
now came forward, peeping at the satin
scroll over her nephew's shoulder.
It's 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 next holidays !;
but"
"Call Alta Graves" imperiously in.
terrupted Mr. Simpson. "She knows a
deal about the stock. She can tell us. :"
Alta Graves was summoned-a pretty
pink.cheeked little damsel, with hair
brown and shining like q newly.ripened
chestnut, and dark eyes which she
scarcely ventured to lift from the floor.
cob, 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,
of paper, mounted on linen"
But Mr.. Franklyn shook his head.
Paper would not meet the views of the
ladies in whose behalf he was conduct
ing the investigation, he said. The
banner must be of satin, of the same
black color, embroidered in CORE
spending 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
twelve, and the bells of Old Trinity
were 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
Franklin was a silent partner. And
there stood Alta Graves, rosy and pal
pitating.
"Why," exclaimed Mr. Franklyn,
trying to locate the fresh blooming face
in his mind, and associating it oddly
with Chinese monsters, mammoth chests
of tea, and q curious odor of fresh
mating and sandalwood fans, sits the
young lady from Tado Anoko's place,
isn't it ?"
And Alta made little courtesy, and
answered, breathlessly, "Yes, please"
Mr. Franklyn graciously bade her
enter. Mr.. Waitstill was at his lunch,
and Mr.. Lingerlong was in the back
office arguing with dusty old client
who believed himself better judge OF
law than Blackstone, so that the coast
was clear. What on earth did she want
with him he asked himself. Had the
firm got into a lawsuit, and had she
been sent to bid his immediate pres
ence on the scene? Or was she herselt
about to sue her principals for breach
of contracts
"Oan be of any service to you !?
he courteously asked, as she stood
there, still breathless, and changing
from pink to pale.
"Would you please look at this, sir
and see how you like it ?" said she
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