The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-12-22
"You have an excellent opinion o,

| no solomon. BuC Unen III Oaesn re-
quire the wisdom efSolomon to know
that yod want a crimson ribbon
Any Yankee could tell that.
"Yes?''
"o-tiy see what a lovely hue! Your
I color, exactly. Brunettes should
wear something rich and bright"
Miss Jennings returned thanks for
the advice, and allowed the giver to
show her every crimson ribbon in the
case. Finally, she said meditatively,
81 suppose six yards will be enough. "
"Oh, quite, quite; yes, yes"
81 will take"
"And I'll guarantee the effect over
white will be charming"
81 will take six yards Of"
"And here's a narrower width OF
the same shade, If you want it,. The
storekeeper had let fall his handful OF
bright satin, and was measuring oil
deity. "Four-fve-siN, Six yards?"
lifting the scissors.
''Six yards-of this blue" the
young lady concluded.
'Eh.' Mr.. gatchelder dropped the
, scissors and stared over his specta-
cles. The purchaser had hard work
to repress a smile at the discontinue
of the voluble salesman, who uttered
not another word till he handed the
change ovrr the counter. He had
rallied then sufficiently to remark,
"Varium ct mutab-''
Don't put the blame on me, Mr..
Batchelder. 1t would have taken
the wisdom of Solomon to know that
| wanted blue ribbon, and you're
only a Yankee. No wonder you
made a mistake Good afternoon"
Miss Jennings satisfaction did not
last long: No sooner was she on the
street again than she repented hav-
ing bought the wrong color just for
spite. Had she not determined on
crimson? And now here was the de-
cision reversed by a gcssiping store
keeper. Now that she had the bite
it quite lost it's value in her eyes. g..
'And why not''-this bright
thought entered her mind when she
was about halfway home-"why not
buy the crimson ribbon, too?" With
both colors ready, choice could be
made at the last minute.
Immensely relieved at this respite
she FASTENED back to the village,
made her second purchase at another
store, and reached home, very hot
and tired, at exactly quarter ofsix.
She tossed her hat, parasol, andpar-
cells down on the hall table, and hur
ried into the kitchen. Appropriating
one of the Swede's calico aprons, she
set that serene domestic at work
making up a hot fire.
Butter these pans, Inga," she di-
rected as she flew from closet to Ia
BILE, "and cut up some cake"
"Yess."
"And turn out some of that grape
jam, and put ice ON the butter"
"Yess." The bulk of Inga's con-
versation consisted of this monosyl-
liable.
The Swede never hurried. Her
young mistress, perspiring and dis
dishevelled, found this elaboration
irritating. Her temper was present
ly further disturbed. The door be-
tween the hall and kitchen was
thrown open, and her ten-year-old
brother Bob entered boisterously,
followed by his dog.
"Ain't supper ready? Say, lnga,
get snip something to eat"
"Yess.'
"No," interposed Lou. "Wait till
supper-time, and go right out of the
Kitchen
Bob retreated to the hall, grumb-
ling; cts time for supper now. He
hight have doughnut anyway,
He'll Jump for it. Look here and see
how he can jump, Inga."
The compliant Swede paused to
see. There was great connection
in the hall of HIS, yaps and barks.
"There, did you ever see a dog
Jump like that?'
"Yess."
"Huh! l don't believe it. Once
more now, Snip. See this, sir.
Catch it! SSH hi! who coop! Oh, my
eye, if he hasn't got it!'
He had indeed; and ''it' was one
of the packages on the hall table,
for which, in order to spur him to
great exertions, Bob had invited his
canine pet to leap. Lou had just
showed her pans of biscuit into the
oven, and turned to see the dog dart
through the outer door with torn
tissue-paper hanging from his
mouth. Bob was in full pursuit, and
his sister Joined in the chase with
out losing a second. A long and ex-
citing chase it was, and it is needless
to say an unsuccessful one. Snip
took refuge under the piazza, and
there, of course, tore his prize to
pieces.
, Itwas then that the much tired Miss
Jennings turned upon her brother,
and gave him u large and very IN
palatable piece of her mind, ending
thus: you cango straight to town
, now and get another ribbon, and
pay for it yourself. Remonstrance
, and tears awaited nothing. Lou
marched the delinquent back to the
: hall, hastily examined the other
pakage to see which color was
wanted, and finding the crimson safe
issued her command again.
"Go to Mr. Batchelder's store and
! ask him for six yards more ribbon
like what l got this afternoon"
Standing at the window with the
| crimson ribbon still inner hand, she
watched Bob's unwilling departure
, and noted at the same time that
, threatening masses of cloud hao
? gathered in the west, and that the
: atmosphere had grown close and op
i pressive. Perhaps there would be 6
Y shower. If there were, it would be 6
e good excuse to stay at home from
f the party. She slowly rolled up the
crimson ribbon, which was evidently
e the favorite of fate, and put in hel
e pocket.
" Supper ready, sis? 'This question
Y was asked cheerily by her brotheI
Jeremy, just entering the from
e door.