The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-06-14

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sudden perception Of one Of those strange
shadows that sometimes fall II from
heaven knows where across our sunniest
path, she said
Do you suppose ] shall ever be Sc
hungry. dear. that ! shall have 10 part
with thisg'
Ora anl called the guard and the
elevated train discharged its Grand street
contingent, among whom was party Of
four persons. two young men and two
girls. in whose eyes IL ride IN an east side
train and a visit to the Bowery evidently
constituted kind Of lark as Jolly as It
was unusual
Til, girls chartered like black birds as
they ran dowr the steps and made their
way through the cosmopolitan crowd that
filled the dusty street The young men
piloted them carefully among the quick
sands of sidewalk musicians, beggars and
wandering emporiums Of collar buttons
shoe strings and poychromatic cravats:
directing then amused attention TO the
wondrous attractions OF the museums as
shown on the startling canvasses that
adorned the fronts Of the buildings in
which the various fat girls tattooed Cir
cassans and sixteer tOcd men were to be
seen for that insignificant pinch of silver.
one dime
"Oh. it's the qneerest place cried the
infant q 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
sympathetic sigh aud lapsed into silence
foi fifteen seconds
They were bound for 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
he found it an important part of his bust.
ness. and hunted both this country and
Europe over for oddities and relics with
which 10 please the whims of his patrons
The young people were soon deep in the
mysteries of Apostle spoons. Nuremberg
tankards and rocco candlesticks and if
the elder girl had not interposed Miss Tow
would probably have run her poor papa in
debt TO shocking extent.
What is that, Frank asked this more
prudent damsel. as she gave a last covet
Gus glance at an enamel brooch orna
mented by famous French miniature
painter with the portrait OF q court beauty,
who lived in those
Teacup times Of hood and hoop.
Or while tue patch was worn.
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 it had to wear" answered
the young man laughing And here,
Fanny. see this It looks like a 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 heavy
silver rim around the case, a relic of the
days when books we're books and not
things to be turned out by tens Of thou
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
proving in the depths of a big tray
full of antique bracelets. archaic christen.
ing spoons and miscellaneous trumpery Of
the species so dear to the feminine heart.
squeal of delight from the book hating
treasure hunter made them turn TO see tho
latest discovery
oh say" 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
wellr and she held out a little box IL
wonder where this came from. she ratified
on. I'm sure it must be English or
Dutch, for it's too quaint for any sort of
use-lookl'
The others gathered around and ad
mired the toy furnished and dented, and
with hinges that were almost past their
DAYS of service But Fanny studied
closely for a moment.
oh. dear, " she said. II 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 Vandai2'' and
she pointed TO some letters worn into the
absolute ghost of an inscription, but
which could still be seen very family;