Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1886-01-12

| the little basket, i'm which, wrapped i'm
napkin was packed her lunch of apple
pie and cheese, and went forth to meet
her new career, little reckoning how
brief it was to be.
AT first it was not very pleasant
The store was small and stufly, with
gorgeous piles of cretonne and chintz
at the door, and festoons of laces, silk
handkerchiefs and colored jerseys flap
| ping against the heads of the girls be-
hind the counter, of whom there were
three besides Carry-bold high-voiced
| damsels, who wore their hair down
over the bridge of their noses, and gig
gled incessantly
Customers came and went, change
was made, and paper parcels expedi-
tiously wrapped up.
Mr.. Pickrell walked the floor with his
hands in his pockets, ordered away
small girls whose noses were fattened
too persistently against the windows
outside, and smiled benignly on old la
dies who stopped to examine the quality
of the chintzes and flannel suitings.
Mrs. Pickrell reprimanded the young
women with the banged hair for gig
Cling too loud when there were Gus
v
to "mind what she was about" when
box of ribbons fell off the counter upon
the floor.
Garry grew very weary, her head be-
gan to ache, and she wondered how
long it would be before "shutting-up
| time"
AT last tall, brown-faced young
man came in, wearing n foreign-look
ing coat trimmed with fur, and some
how bearing in his aspect the indescrib
able stamp of belonging to some other
country
One of the banged-haired nymphs
was eating her lunch the second had
rushed up the street to get change for
a ten-dollar bill, and the third was en-
gagged in matching an impossible shade
of ribbon for young lady who
was determined not to be pleased with
anything.
"Carryr' shrilly signaled Mrs. Pick
rell.
And our heroine advanced valiantly
to the rescue.
''What can show you?" she asked,
timidly, of the new customer.
''Silk, please, - said the young man.
And when Carry perceived that he
was considerably more embarrassed
than herself, she took courage.
"What color?" said she.
81 don't know" answered the custo-
mer, ''that is, | haven't quite made up
my mind. Perhaps you could sug-
gest-"
''What is it for?" Carry asked, with
mild moderation of his evident bewil-
derment; and at the same time she
could not help perceiving that he was
very handsome, with wavy black hair
and liquid eyes, long lashes, and pleas
ant to look upon.
For dress"
"a dressP But is it for young lady,
or an old onep"
II don't know" acknowledged the
gentleman. Young, that is, not old.
She can't be over forty. To tell you
the truth, and he smiled in spite of
himself five never seen the lady.
But she is a cousin of mine and | want
to make her a present"
"Yes-I understand" said Carry.
"Is it to be black or coloredP"
"What would you adviser" said the
stranger, blindly clutching at Carry
feminine counsel as shipwrecked
! mariner may be expected to cling to g
J floating spar
"Black would perhaps be more suit
, able, seeing that you don't know the
. lady's age or complexion" remarked
; Carry.
, ''But blue and pink are such pretty
colors" pleaded the dark haired young
man, looking longingly at the piles o.
, lustrous fabrics on the shelves.
, .'Yes,N said Garry, growing inter