Richland beacon., 1888-10-27
Il ShOpping Exrnrslnn

=, 'o.'''hS Tor Your vile a.,
sauvei" asked the STRANGER
Z Yes. replied Duscnbsrr~ -
II s'ahced complacen;iv al the ro.I.a..
II spread upon Il 5 knee and on n;,I,
If sue oi am on the seat of the ear
shopping is 4 terrible Dor, 70 ~
}, "r never get anything right" r
5 marked The strange. "Yon LaJ err.
s '''m written down. suppose"
c D'eS' you. nol' protested Dpso.
2 berry 81 won'i scorD in 10 ,,a.
= , "om.d he admitting woaknc.rrorv
, ssl,.. ' ,t'"'','r'. ! havc.dl for the
s ss'i 20 depend entirclag excursion"
",i. mere Sn'. a.lRnl, that yuu have
.., MATT you were ordered 20
avc,,,. ' 70 shade. tho quality. INC
L'.,.idty. and a., lhal?'
, 'Wny, to be sure" declared DuSen-
bur-; got such matters doWn real
fine.
"Thcn. sir, envy you." commented
the stranger with 4 Sigh.
When DuSeubcrry arrived ut home
with h parcels he could not make Il
"a terri bic mess oIit OF his cgraui. His
memory had pia ci h.m falsely n
every instance. KS wif1 tried 10 he
patient over it ali. Lut sho couldn't
There wasn't grace enough 10 Cilsct
the provnratiOn.
~ have Won hcre?' she asked.
catching at 4 large package. Hazel.
nuts? | didn't order any,.
I'll guess they are nutmegS. my
dear" DUsenhcyry So Il.
"Nuimcgs' she almost screamed.
GLOW many?"
Give pounds"
oh, YOU simpleton! Five pounds of
nutmcgsi l told yoa to bring three
ounces"
Did you. py dear? Well. thought
there were sood man nu;megS, ani
| they cost drcad!Ullv.
"What's this?' she asked. "a yard
OF salecn. | toll you five yards OF
satIn. This is Of no earthly use to
me-"
Cant you make bathing suit of
it?' pusenberry family asked, so
"rattlcd" that lie really meant il.
Her proportions were meme o. the
most insignificant. and so she frowned
iierccly upon him.
IL don't see the LYONS velvet" she
said. ..No doubt YOU forgot lt?"
Maria. / didn't forget anything
They hadn't any,"
What. hadn't any"
Yes, Maria. Lyons was dead or
had gone out OF business or something
of the kind, the clerk said"
"Oh. Duscnberrv. grOaned she.
''How can you get of such IN outrage
Gus yarn like that? SakcS alive. man.
what do YOU call this?'
1T is n hairpin, isn't il. my dcar?"
'One biz, ungainlv. horrid looking
hairpin. Oh. You parsimonous wretch.
| What do l want with one hairpin?
The clerk must have thought you
daft
"You said 1 should bring you a
| coarse harpin, Mara"
Il didn't"
My dear. let us not quarrel--but l
distinctly remember that you did.
Nonsense, usenocrry. YOu' vc got
| tho worst memory of any man | ever
knew. / told you TO write all down,
bit you wouldn't. told you to bring
NE II gross Of harpins. Not one coarse
! hairpin, but II dozen OF them"
Oh. / see. ;" Duscnb.rry said, rs he
| rubbed the end of his nose. Gross
coarse; gross, Il dozen. 1t wasn't :.
slip of the memoir. my dear. IL WAS
merely n G2isco2.prehonsion.
His wife found fault with every par
chase. and he felt deeply hum hated
aud all the moro SO when ho recalled
II 5 boastfu! speech TO tho siranr er
The last art Gle uawrapped was bottle
of castor oil.
''ls this for YOURSELF" sho askel.
No. my dear" replied he; you
told mo 10 bring castor oil"
''Dusenberrr. d dn't"
maria. | shall insist that Won dill.
It's tho last package. and surety one
out of the lot ought to be right. I'm
trying my best. my dear. 10 be patent,
| but
'You re trying 10 bc p atieat, Oh.
Lor. I've two or three bottles of castor
oil in the house don. want any,
and didn't tell You To bring any
"My dear. / am willing ID swear
that you DID," persisted Duscnbcrry.
!
what upon ms memory. re grct that
| it has narrowed down TO n question of
veracity between us. and I'll trs To be
patient. Il was the last Oricr YOU
/ gave ne. | had already reached Inc
street; you were in the doorwa,; you
said to me-"
Yes. Dusenberry l remember"
"Ah, knew you would! You had
me down in the dust. but now / feel
correspond ngly elated. No doubt
most of tho other orders
Yes. YOU idiot. | remember, We
were standing where you saw we were.
l did not saw bring me bottle of cas- =
tor oil. l said bring me a bottle of oil
for The castor"
That's so Maria" admitted Dusen-
berry. rs limp looking as n dish cloth.
I'm down in the dust again, my
dear; but mavbe it's q good place for
me- TO be. I'D trOH Free Press.
niverfinp Eliza