Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1886-11-27


tables upon which lay rows OF cod, had
dock, and various other sorts OF fish, to
gether with seemingly unlimited sup
Div OF Holsters anil CLAIMS. The dealers.
with their long white aprons, were bus
lily supplying customers, bat it was eu
dent that the great attractions were
further on.
Such heaps of lnany colored vegeta-
bles as came In view! Such deep-red
beets, and golden carrots, and white par
snipe; such russell sided potatoes and
glossy green peppers; snch jolly, sun
shiny pumpkins, which you could not
look at without smiling back in returnl
Mrs. Brownlow was in her element max
ing her way in and out among the good
natured, clustering crowd, now aight-
ing on this treasure, now on that, keep
ing her husband in constant state of
disbursement while he was at her side,
and anxiety whenever she disappeared
from view. Upon three distinct coca
sions he addressed strangers whose backs
and carpet bags bore 3 distinct resem-
blance to those OF Mrs. Brownlow, and
shrank back in dismay, when he discov-
cred his mistake. In proportion as the
basket and bag grew heavier the old
leathern wallet grew lighter.
"Now small piece of coreed beef,
John. while we are here" aud the ener-
getic carpet bag led the way, over a
floor as neat as sweeping and sawdust
could make it, to stall where the air re-
sounded with blows of choppers and Gag
or voices of buyer and seller. The beef
was readily obtained, and, being of q
moist nature, was confued to the basket
They next halted in little corner which
was fresh and sweet with an all. per
vading creamy order, like that of coun-
try dairy. Great wedges of notified
cheese and frkins of yellow butter were
piled on counter, floor AMI shelf, with
here and there comfortable little Dutch
ball to set off the whole. One of these
last Mrs. Brownlow dropped into bel
capacious carpet-bag which now dropped
nearer than ever to the floor, and betray
ed the presence of the round cheese like 6
squirrel with an acorn.
Past the tubs heaped with white and
cohee-colored eggs; past the rows o.
yellow-jacked hams, swinging securely
from their hooks; past stall after stall
pausing only to ask the price, and with
sigh relinquishing the hope of 6
tongue, past every tempting array o1
golden and purple fruit, Mrs. Brownlow
proceeded with unfagging step.
There are occasions in life when Mr.
Brownlow felt the heaven given supe1i-
ority of his sex; this was not one of them.
He meekly followed the familiar brown
shawl, and determined little bonnet. Al
length the goal was reached. Mr.
Brownlow gazed silently about him,
glancing from the small remaining space
in his basket to the tiers upon tiers OF
fowls of all ages, sizes, and descriptions,
and for the first time in his life doubted
the wisdom of providence in furnishing
domestic poultry with such dispropor-
tionately long limbs. His wife, however,
gave him but little opportunity for re-
Election. By the time he remembered the
weight Of the fowls they were to pur-
chase, she had given seventeen energetic
pincLes to as many chickens, and already
was bargaining with the dealer for one
which seemed more than usually pro-
tracted in neck and limb.
In moment more he 1.-THE chicken,
not Mr.. Brownlow) was plunged head
formost into paper bag, and with pro-
digious yellow toes Protruding in all di-
rections, deposited upon the already
over loaded basket. Mr.. Brownlow's
eyes twinkled, as he stood helplessly
watching the transaction.
"My DEAR" he whispered, "you are
quite sure you haven't purchased a
young ostrich, by mistaken"
But to Mrs. B. the affair was far too
momentous for joking. How she ever
succeeded in selecting q turkey which
was just to her mind, I do not know.
Bat succeed she certainly did, and it
was with high satisfaction that both she
and her husband found themselves
standing outside the market at last, their
loads of provisions heavy indeed, but
their hearts light as contentment, con-
seriousness of duty performed, and true
scpi1it of Thanksgiving could make them.
The wallet contained just three horse
car tickets.
They had paused a moment on the
sidewalk to take breath and congratulate
themselves en- their evenings work, and
we're about to start for home wien q low
sob caught Mr.. Brownlow's ear. It was
often said among his friends that this
man heard nothing SO quickly as child's
cry. I don't suppose apistol-shot would
have stopped him SO quick as this faint,
half-caught breath somewhere in the
darkness.
"Hold - hold on minute, Olarissy,"
he said hurriediy peering into the dark
corners beside the msrket-porch, AMI
raising his hand to shield his eyes from
the large, wet flakes which had begun to
fall while they were in the building. 81
thought I heard = why, look, there she
isr'
As he spoke, he approached what at
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