Omaha daily bee., 1889-05-26

MIR. Woolworth, an Ohio man from San
dusky, find on the hotel register here. He
is going to Europe with his family to spend
year or so in the education of his daughter.
Mr.. Aultman, the pig dry goods merchant
OF New York, has just passed through India,
and there are American travellers on every
goods of the natives and l find their orders
among the highest of those on the books of
the merchants who call upon me.
FRANK G. CARPENTER.
STORY OF AN UNSOLD BONNET.
A Sample of What Happens Every
Day in old London.
Pail Mall Gazette: 1t was evening
in Oxford street just before the hour of
lamplighting. The daylight colors had
faded and the twilight softness had not
yet begun, so that the street picture
was printed in unsoitened white and
black. Gas was beginning to twinkle,
however, in some of the shop windows,
and up stairs in the millinery show
room of Mr.. X a boy had just come
in with a taper and had left a brilliant
illumination behind him. The light
fell upon two figures-a customer,
doubtful and dissatisfied, and young
woman in black who stood before her,
displaying bonnet after bonnet.
YES" said the customer, hesitat-
"Would you not try this on, ma'am2
l am sure it would suit you.''
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 me?'
"All in brown, ma'am. We could
get you one made any shade you like to
order"
'sOh, no; could not order one with
out seeing it," said the lady. Then sne
took up one which she had looked at
already, poised and examined it, and
second time that it would not do. ut
really is extraordinary that you should
not have one in brown" she said in
tone of annoyance. For moment the
girl did not answer; she had grown
paler, and her eyebrows were drawn
together with an expression of anxiety
and apprehension. Mr.. X, 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, Pm sure, In two or three
uuyS, Sne 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 remarks. Mr..
X stood and looked in from the wide
doorway. She could see the scowl on
his face. AT last the customer, finally
refusing to take any other in place of
the bonnet which she really wanted,
departed dissatisfied. The girl began
tremblingly TO put together the bon
nets. Tears came to her eyes. She had
tried her best to sell, and she dreaded
the wrath of her master. He had been
in bad temper all day; why, o why,
must this thing have happened Just to-
day. Mr.. X moved away; she saw
him go to the cashiers desk in the next
room. He came back with paper and
a few shillings, which he threw down
angrily before her.
You'll just sign that, if you please,
miss"
it was an account of the wages due
her. She looked up at him in mute
appeal; the angry and overbearing face
was answer enough. She pat her name
upon it.
"Now you can just pack up your
things and go this minute" said he,
roughly. 1--WE no place for young
lady that can't sell a bonnet"
She gathered up the money and went
meekly. She was timid girl, with no
gift either for complaints or excuses;
and for girls of that kind the tyrants of
this world have no mercy. She went
upstairs to the bedroom, which she
shared with two others. It was bare,
clean, depressing; about as homelike as
N,ir al hat \ "a 4.
blinded by her tears, and wrung her
hands, murmuring, What shall do?
Where shall goI'
The loom was quite brightly lighted
now by the glare of the many lamps in
the street. She stood as for a minute,
then wiped away her tears and began
packing and arranging her few proper
ties in her box. When this was done
she must go forth In the evening and
find herself u shelter for the night
and for the morrow. Tomorrow would
begin again. the familiar heart-break-
ing search for work, to continue, who
could guess, for how long? And who
could tell what character Mr.. K
would give OF herp And she had thirty
shillings with which to face the world.
Her tears began to fall again as she
locked her trunk and rose from her
knees. She was glad to hide her face
with her veil and to steal away secretly,
fearing to meet any one, lest the fare
we'll should break down her courage.
So she passed out into the eveing and
into Oxford street.-The stony-hearted
stepmother."
Mr.. x meanwhile was going
home, serene of conscience, to his wife
and daughters at Brixton, giving no
second thought to the incident OF the
afternoon.
1t Is a story that happens every day:
and too often the stones of London, il
they could speak, the pavements of
Piccadilly, the balustrades OF the
bridges, could tell you how it ends.
Sick headache is the bane OF many
lives. This annoying complaint may
be cured and prevented by the occa-