Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-12-05
AN JNSoLo BONNET.
Cad Story o. an Every Day Happening In
the Large Cities,

e&d story q an Every Day Happening In
the Large Cities.
Ii was evening in Oxford street, Just
before tn lourof lamp lighting. The
daylight colOrs had faded and the twi.
light soitness had not vet begun, so
that the street picture was printed in
~unsoftoned black and white. Gas was
beginning to twinkle, however, in
some Of the shop windows; and up
stairs IN the millinery show room of
MIR. Y boy had Just come in with
a taper and had left a bright illumina-
ton behind him. The light fell upon
two figures-a customer, doubtful and
dissatisfied. and a young woman in
black who stood before her, display
ing bonnet after bonnet.
These are quite new, ma'am; the
very lust thing from Paris"
YES" said the customer, hesitat.
ingly.
"Would you not try this on, ma'aml
am sure il would suit you"
81 don't like a straw bonnet for
winter"
1--WE could make you one in velvet
ma'am."
''Velvet spoils so with the rain. Are
you quite sure those are all the felts
you have, that you showed mei'
"All in brown, ma'am. We could
get you made any shape you like
to order"
"Oh, no; | could not order one
without seeing it" said the lady. Then
she took up one which she had looked
at already, poised and examined it,
and finally tried it on, and decided
for the second time that it would not
do. ut really is very extraordinary
that you should not have one in
brown, she said in a one of annoy
ance. For a moment the girl did not
answer; she had grown paler, and her
eyebrows were drawn together with
an expression of anxiety and appre-
hension. Mr.. <, walking up and
down his range of show rooms, had
again come into sight, and had paused,
looking in. WED get you one,
ma'am, l am sure, in two or three
days" she repeated.
Now it was the customer who did
not answer. She began turning over
the pile of untrimmed bonnets, while
her pale attendant lowered about her,
throwing in propitiatory words. Mr..
x stood and looked in from the
wide doorway. She could see the
scowl Oh his face. At last the custom
er, finally refusing 10 take any other
in place Of the bonnet which she real
~ wanted. departed dissatisfied. The
girl began, tremblingly, TO put togeth-
-er the bohnets. Tears came TO her
eyes. She had tried her best TO sell,
and she dreaded the wrath Of her mas.
ter. lie had been in a bad temper all
day; why, oh why, must this thing
have happened just todayl Mr.. X
moved away; she saw him go TO the
cashiers desk in the next room. lie
came back with a paper and a few
shillings, which he threw down an.
grily before her.
you'll just sign that if you please,
miss
Ii was an account Of the wages due
her. She looked up at him in mute
appeal; the angry and ~overbcaring
face was answer enough. She put her
name TO the paper, and a tear fell
on il,
"Now, you can just pack up your
things and go this minute, said he,
roughly. Two no place for "A young
lady that can't sell "A bonnet"
She gathered up the money and
went mcekly. She was a timid girl,
with no gift either for complaints or
excuses, aud for girls Of that kind the
tyrants Of this world hHvc no mercy.
She went up stairs To the bedroom,
which she shared With two others. Ii
was bare, clean, depressing, about rs
bomelite rs a prison coll She looked
round il. half blinded hy her tears,
and wrung hor hands, murmuriug,
"What shall doc Where shall /
gof
Tie room ives quite Jgg...Iy lighted
now by the olun,l INa Hauy lamps
in Tho stfrt. sar siu.I up fora min.
ute, lhru vIu.I H~rH r tour, and
begun p ing ar4 R.Hln. rg N,r few
proIcII. tu l.l Dos HN.b llIs WIS
done aIu mu'l .Y ..IlI rlBfHU even
ing nlIa pnd hr7I r aIl.r for the
night ntd lof t. g.rIYW Iym9rr
row 8asld begun ...Iu i1. familiar.
heart blaaIubg folfeu lr, work, 10
continue who could ria,5 how lougi
And who could tell what character Mr.
4 would give OF herr And size
bad 30 shillipgs with which ~ face