The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1886-01-09


fifteen yards might answer if it was
economically cut"
81 don't know anything about econO-
N.Y." said the young man; 81 want a
good allowance"
"Then | should recommend eighteen
yards" advised Garry.
"Cut me off eighteen yards" said the
young gentleman, promptly; ''and put
in the Innings and trimmings and all
that sort of thing, please-you'll know
what | need better than l do myself.
And | say"
"Sir?" said Garry, as he hesitated.
"Have you anything that would
make nice present tor an old gentle
man, do you think"
GA silk neck muflier?" suggested
Carry, her eyes running across the
shelves OF the store, cor pair OF fur
lined gloves ?"
Capital" said the customer. "Put
'em both into the parcel"
"Thank you, sir" said Carry.
"Where shall we send them?"
Nowhere" answered the customer.
"I'll take them myself, and then l
shall be sure that there is no mistake
I'm a thousand times obliged to you,
miss -
Not in the least" said Garry, With
dignity.
So the dark eyed stranger with the
fur trimmed coat departed, and Mrs.
Pickrell praised the young shop girl
for the good sale she had made.
You'll be valuable hand in time"
said she at isn't often we get q
chance to sell silk pattern like that.
Folks mostly go on Broadway for
their expensive dresses" she added,
with sigh.
Carry was very tired when she came
homein the frosty October dusk. The
store did not close until 10, but the
girls took turns, two by two, to stay
after sunset, and Carry's turn fortu-
nately did not come until the next
night.
When she reached home Uncle VOL
sey had the lamp lighted and the ket-
tie boiling for tea, and was slicing off
some canned corned beef "minding"
the toast before the fire at the same
time.
1t looked CHEEKY and pi-7sant; Car
ry drew long sigh of relief.
Glow nice it is to be at lone, Uncle
Wolseyw she cried. "Dol let me make
that toast And, oh it hasn't been
such very hard day, after all. And
Mrs. Pickrell says I've made the oest
sale she has had for a week. Such a
handsome young man, Uncle Wolsey
and he treated me as if | were a prin-
cess instead OF a working girl, and"
"Stop, stopW said Uncle Wolsey,
pausing, with the knife still in his hand.
'T've had good looking man here,
too, Carry. Needn't think you've got
a monopoly OF the article. What do
you think OF your poor mothers cous-
in from the seal-fur fisheries OF Alaska /?
And what do you think OF his coming
to spend the evening, by-and-by? And
what do you think OF his bringing these
things here as a present. for you aud me
-eh? ?"
Uncle Wolsey laid down the knife,
and, carefully busting his hands on the
roller-towel, drew forth from the
bureau drawer a seal-brown silk dress
pattern, and a pair OF fur-lined gloves,
wrapped around with a spotted silk
neck-mufiler.
"Why Uncle Wolsey-" almost
shrieked Garry.
whats the matter? ?" said the old
man. "Ain't they pretty? Oughtn't
| to have taken 'em %
cts the very man p'said Garry. 81
sold them to him this afternoon"
"Hey ?" said Uncle Wolsey.
cat the store" said Carry. sob,
Uncle Wolsey! And he is really my
cousin? | am so gladn
"Glad of what?" uttered a strong,
CHEEKY voice, and in came the mystic
rious stranger himself. "Why, | de-
clare" he said; elf there isn't the little
girl who sold methe things to-dayw
Glad that you are my cousinl"
said Carry, with a mischievous smile
and low courtesy. iBecause-be-
cause l thought you were very pleas
ant and kind
"And thought" said the strang-
er. But no, won't tell you what l
thought. How do you do, cousin ?"
81 am so glad you chose the seal
brown silk" demurely observed Car
ry. "What should have done With a
pink or blue silk ?"
at would have looked very well on
you" said the cousin meditatively
cycling her. "Blue would have matched
your eyes; pink, your cheeks"
Just my sentiments!" chuckled
Uncle Wolsey. Come, young folks
come; tea is ready! And the toast is
getting cold"
Not until the visitor had taken his
leave did Uncle Wolsey, smoking his
pipe before the fire, impart to Garry
an additional piece of news.
"What dye suppose this Mr.. Len
nox told me he came down to the
states for, Carry?"
'I'm sure Idon't know, said Carry,
innocently.
ITO get him a wifel" said Uncle
Wolsey.
"Ohl" said Garry, shading her face
from the fire. Il am sure l hope he
will be successful"
The three banged-hair young maid
ems at "Pickrell's Emporium" sub
scribed TO buy a Bohemian glass
cologle-set for Carry Wallingford's
wedding present; but they murmured
much among themselves because this
golden stratum of luck had not come
to them.
"We're just as pretty as She" said
they, land prettier, some folks would
say. And why couldn't the customer
have fallen to our lot?"
There are some questions which
Cupid alone can answer. And he. the
winged rogue, is obstinately silent!
A YOUNG poetess told her "secret to