The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-01-02
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ther ceremony, leaving Mrs. Jevett and
Bcssy looking st each other.
sT I'm scrry," seid Mrs. Jevett.
Mother. Why should you be sorry?' cried
Beusy. "For ny part. / am rather glad that
Ma. Fanting has received q check. But
isn't Il strange, mother: Byington's Is the
very place where Doctor shelley advised Us
70 rend the old clock to be sold. Well
speak 20 the expressman to morrow. For We
must have money, dear mother-and l
would starye sooner than ak help from Mrs.
FantiDg."
II. red Byington himself, the son of the
spectacled old connoisseur in antiques, came
up 70 lock ct the clock and pronounced it a
genuine curiosity in its way.
"You ought to get @ hundred dollars for
T." said be; "but don't know whether you
viii. Times ars dull inst now, but I'll do
the beat l ca1 for you, Miss Jewett."
SIT seems almost like selling one of the
family" ssid Bessy. with tears in her eyes.
81 can remember this clock ever sinos vas
a baby"
Frtd Byington's handsome face became Ia.
tensely sympathetic. ut does seem cruel,
doesn't it2i said ne. and / AN 90 sorry
that 1t should De necessary to part with ii.
But I'll send over our wagon for it this after
noon, and you may depend on your pet re-
ceiving the most careful treatment, Miss
Jewett-"
"Eow kind he was said Bessy, gratefully,
after Mr.. Byington was gone. al didn't know
that it was usual for dealers to send their
own wagons after these things"
While old Mr. Byington shook his head at
his con.
Fred Fred" said he, 'take care you
don't get too much interested in your
customers"
But Fred only smiled.
The old clock had scarcely occupied the
post Of honor in Byington & Co.'s immense
waIerooms for three days, when Mr.. Fred
Ruipotcp SAINT n pota m IN Raeav
"MY DEAR MISS JKwETr-I have an offer
of . hundred dollars for the old clock. WHAT
shall l dor II. b."
And Bessy wrote back:
"MY DEAR Mr.. BYINeroY-Sell IT,"
"BEssY JEwErT."
And then Bessy cried a little over her
| stocking mending. She could not hep it
Fred By ipgton came up that evening with
a check for u hundred dollars, having the
firm signature of ''Byington & Co..
At have sold the clock" said he.
81 am very glad" said Bessy, who had de-.
cided it was best to put away ali vain re-
pinings. 'It was very kind of you to take
so much pains about it Who did you sell
it to-"
ITO Mrs. Ebenezer Fanting," said Fred.
II believe il l had asked a hundred and fifty
for it, she would scarcely have hesitated.
She declared il was the fnest specimen of
the antique she had ever beheld. | sent it
home this afternoon. She is to have q grand
party tonight, and was kind enough to
honor me With al invitation"
Are you going" Bessy involuntarily
asked.
Not if you will allow me to spend an
hour with you" said Fred, q little timidly.
Mrs. FantiDg came the next day.
"Well," said she, i've bought q beauty
OF an old clock. far handsomer than that o.
yours, Cousin Jewett. And"
wait, watt" said B.ssy. with sparkling
eyes. Don't be toe prscipitate. Mrs. FAINT
/ ing. You have bought our very old c.cck.
We sent il to Byington's to be sold."
"What?' cried Mrs Fanting.
And then Bessy explained not without a
thrill OF mischlevous exultation. And Mrs.
Fanting went home in q rage.
But she was still more indignant when she
learned that Mr.. Frederick Byington was be-
coming a regular ~visitant ut the Jewett
house.
"And be never accepted any of my invi-
tations." said she, wrathfully, because, for
sooth, be couldn't leave his business"
Nevertheless, Msgdalena and Georgietta
Fanting, her two hard-favored daughters,
went to the wedding, all smiles.
THE ByiDgtons are rich,' said they, 'and
move in excellent society. 1t is a great deal
more sensible for us to be good friends with
Fred and Bessie than to quarrel with them.
And after all, 1t was your own fault, mama.
Ii You had but paid Cousin Jewett a decent
price for his old clock it never would have
been sent 10 Bsrrington's, and. ten to one.
Fred never would have seen that girl"
Mrs. Fanting burst into tears.
II am the most miserable mother IN the
world" said she. AS Ii it wasn't bad
enough to be disappointed IN the dearest
hopes of ones own ungrateful daughters"
For the old clock had proved rather an ex'
pensive barg ain. after a~lL.-Shirley Browne