Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1888-06-23

i piioteo then, carefully among tbs au,ck-
sands OF sidew alb musicians beggsrs and
wandering emporium OF collar buttons.
shoe strings and poiychromatic crsvats:
directing theiI amused attention 70 the
wondrou. attractions OF the museums as
shown on the startling canvasses that
adorned the fronts OF the buildings In
which the variouf fat girls. tattooed Cir
cassians and sixteer toed men were to be
seen for that Insignificant pinch of silver.
one dime
"oh. it's the qneerest place. cried the
infant OF the party. whose blonde bang
had won her the irreverent title Of TOW
among her intimate friends See that
absurd little drum up there. beating
away to draw attention to the only living
bearded baby-poor thing. ! hope It gets
enough 10 eat. and Miss Tow heaved q
sympathetic, sigh and lapsed into sileno,
foi fifteen seconds
They were bound for a certain jewelry
store where one could often find quaint
old silver and antique bijouterie that had
been rescued from the pawn shops or
coaxed from the cabinets OF poor descend.
ants of wealthy families: and the second
hand trade OF the dealer had grown until
uc Puik VI uio odci-
ness. and hunted both this country and
Europe over foi cddities and relics with
which to please the whims Of his pat rons.
The young people were soon deep in the
mysteries OF Apostle spoons. Nuremberg
tankards and rococo candlesticks. and II
the elder girl had not interposed Miss Tow
would probably have run her poor papa In
debt TO shocking extent
cd hot Il. No. ty~ BOD %hto sv,.,v
prudent damsel as she gave last covet-
GUS glance at an enamel brooch orna-
mented by famous French miniature
who lived In those
Teacup times of hood and hoop.
Or while the patch was wcrns
"Its a blessed old malachite spectacle
case. and did you ever see such tremend.
GUS silver bowed goggles as the poor fel
low that owned 1t had to wesrY' answered
the young man laughing And here:
Fanny see this II looks like book Of
devotions:" and he unfastened the tarn.
ished silver clasps that closed book
bound in faded yellow velvet and strength
ened by broad silver bands and a heavy
silver rim around the case. q relic Of The
days when books were books and not
sands. TO be read once and then thrown
away
The two young men and the older girl
stood examining the old missal. while
Miss Tow vowed she had seen enough books
during her last year at school TO satisfy
her for the rest of her days. and went
prowling In the depths Of big tray
full of antique bracelets. archaic christen.
ing spoons and miscellaneous trumpery Of
the species so dear to the feminine heart.
A squeal of delightfrom the book hating
treasure hunter made them turn TO see the
latest discovery
''Oh. sayl" cried that volatile young
lady This is the dearest old pungent
ever saw and am Just going to carry It
home, because need one and shall never
find anything again that like half SO
welll'' and she held out little box Il
wonder where this came from. she ratified
on I'm sure 1t must be English or
butch. for IT'S too quaint for any sors Of
use-looki"
The others gathered around and ad.
mired the toy. taruished and dented. and
with hinges that were almost past their
days Of service But Fanny studied
closely for moment.
"Oh. dear" she said. Il think | was
growing sentimental over that old book
that was So dear TO somebody. and now
this positively makes me want to cry
Do you see this. you little vandalY'' and
she pointed TO some letters worn INTO the
absolute ghost Of an inscription. but
which could still be seen very family:
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