Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-07-05

mined to draw his slender balance
out of the Buckingham Savings bank,
and have try for the prize coveted
so ardently by his hard worked wife.
Her brother, Squire Samuel Grips,
also made the same resolve.
Lucy shall hey that shawl if mon
EVIL buy it," said be. shes al
ways wanted a shawl. Mis- Grips,
she's too short and stout tor that
sort OF thing, or else / guess she'd
strike for the begum's shawl, too"
Printed circulars relating the east
ern treasure were tackled up on all
the corner stores and upon the trees
in front ofthe school houses, churches
and toll gates, and when at last the
all important day arrived, there was
a crowd almost equal TO that which
was wont to assemble on the ooca-
sion of camp meetings and circuses,
Squire Samuel Grips had author
| lied Bella Smith TO bid on his behalf
Mr.. ostrom, unwilling TO be identi-
fed by his wife, engaged little Miss
Peck, the dressmaker, 10 represent
his interests.
Other householders, maidens and
/ matrons, were there assembled, each
and all determined to possess them
selves of the scented Oriental treas
ure. which they then beheld for the
I first time
A visible thrill passed through the
I throng as Jethro Dumbleby, the viii
lage auctioneer, held up the richly
hued fabric
Come, genelmen an ladies" bawl-
ed Jethro. there's a shawl worn by
the lady Of the president o. them
eastern kentries an worth its weight
in gold. Here's the Begun Radjee's
shawl. Look at it-feel il. Come,
genelmen an ladies, who'll start the
berum's shawl as II orter be start
ed"
Fifty dollars" bawled Dr.. Drum
mond, who was supposed TO have
made a fortune in natural gas in
Pennsylvania.
Sixty" hoarsely shouted Mr..
Nudge, the dry goods man.
Seventy" piped Miss Peck.
Eighty" yelled Bella Smith.
From this the bidding ran up, after
a most spirited fashion, to two
three-four hundred dollars. There
it stood for awhile, until Dr. Drum
mond. with a desperate effort, raised
it TO FIVE hundred.
Mr.. Nudge whispered with his wife,
and nodded TO the auctioneer to make
it six.
Miss Peck withdrew, in obedience TO
a dispirited signal from Mr.. Ostrom.
Seven hundred" said the squire in
b2ld defiance of Mrs. Grips mega
tive shakes of the head.
Seven hundred and fifty, said Mr..
jenkins of Jenkins Hail.
"0ne-thou-sandI' bawled Nico-
demGs Slote, recently prosperous
resident, who had built a rubber fac
, tory in the ravine under the hill.
, A dead silence fell on all the crowd.
With one accord they stared at Mr..
Slote, who stood there sleek, smooth
i shaver and smiling, his hat on the
, back of his head. his hands thrust in,
to his poekets-Midas in Nineteenth
century costume.
zone thousand dollars is bid fol
l4AAE ~ AIEtIGS lAEdSlAEs EGAA DEN4A Z
Dumbleby. Who'll give me more
! It's given away at one thousand dol
lars, actually given away. I'm
waitin to hear some one say clever
: hundred?"
Butno oneuttered the magic words
' The begun shawl was knocked dow
) to Nicodemus Slote Mt 1000. 1t:
5 rich dyes and sandal wood scented
folds we're extinguished in a quaint
t eastern box, fastened together by
: odd ivory rings, and carried of bJ
Mr.. Slote in a ponderous close car
? riage, drawn by two shining horses
\ Il declare, it is too bad" saiC
e Squire Grips.
Mr.. Ostrom sighed and turned
away.
: a thousand dollars is a thousand
J. dollars" said he, ''but / would hav,
! admired to see Lucy wearin' of tina
e shawl"
Mrs. Slote appeared in church tn
:. next Sunday wrapped in the histori
n garment. Her strut was that of al
overfed turkey hen: her aquiline nos
n seemed to pillow the air like the boz
of some aerial boat
d Mrs. OstrOm had on her faded blacl
/ beaver jacket, worn shiny at tn
seams. She was rather low spiritel
e when she returned home.
d "Airs. Slote did iook lovely in tina
n shawl, said she.
"Humphl'' remarked Mr.. 0strom
l. Il can't fancy Lovisy Slote lookin
lovely in anything"
'e Would you like a shawl, Lucy?
D. asked Capt. Ezekiel, looking with
kindly regard at his niece.
Mrs. ostrom admitted that sh
g would.
The captain went upstairs to hi
trunk, and brought down a fat pal
le eel.
well" said he, there's the ginoC
inc begum's shawl for you, Luc,
T'other shawl was one got of
u dealer in the Puniee vaIley-no grea
aecounf anvuav althouph I allo-