The great West. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1889-18??, 1891-03-06
A DIMPLED STORY.
The Pleasant Results Of Ten-Cent
Investment on the Street.

me Pleasant Results OF q Ten-Cent
Investment on the Street.
A young Brooklyn Benedict saun-
tered down Nassau street several
months ago in reverie. He was
thinking of his home across the
bridge, An interesting event was soon
to happen there, and he was on his
way to a fruit store to buy some
dainties for his young wife. His face
-beamed with happy anticipation
of the thanks of the little women who
awaited his return. He pushed
through the crowd of pedestrians with
out needing anything or having the
train of pleasant fancles diverted un-
til he passed young Italian image
peddler. The Italians stock of plas-
ter work was displayed in a high door
way out of the way of the busy throng.
The sunbeam lighted up the statuettes.
The Benedict looked down at them,
walked on few steps, then turned
back. Two tiny busts had attracted
his attention. One represented boy
crying, with his cap pulled away over
his right eye. The other was dim
pled-cheek girl laughing. They capti-
waited the young Benedict's fancy
'How much are they?" he asked the
Italian.
"Tena centa," replied the peddler,
his face lighting up gayly at the pros
pect of purchase.
"All right. I'll take 'em," the
Brooklynite said, and when the ped
dler had wrapped them i'll an old news
paper he tucked them in his overcoat
pocket and continued on his way to
the fruit store. He hid the images
when he got home, and without his
wife's knowledge placed them upon
the mantel in the dining-room, where
she would see them the first thing in
the morning ut will be little sur
prise" he thought. The plan worked
to perfection. The mistress of the
household gave a little cry Of delight
as she caught sight of the girls head.
What pretty dimples," she said,
when the young Benedict came down
to breakfast.
eyes, rather pretty for the price.
| thought you'd like 'em." the hus-
band replied.
In two months time the happy event
that the household had been looking
forward to had happened. A good
girl baby had come to further
distract the Benedict's mind from the
dry details of business. Hehad weeks
before forgotten the trifing purchase
from the humble Nassau street art
purveyor.
A week later the healthy Infant
looked up at the ceiling and smiled:
Her fat cheeks creased into two un-
dimples. The Benedict
laughed, He was immensely tickled.
The dimples looked as pretty as could
be and he was proud OF the fact.
"But where on earth did the dim
pies come FROM" he said. ''There
haven't been any in our families"
"a happy whim of nature, 1 sup
pose," said the young mother, and
she kissed each dimple several times.
The Benedict went down to dinner
alone half an hour later. His eye
CHANGED to scan the mantel and
rested on the five-cent bust of the
laughing girl.
"By George!" he fairly shouted,
~there are those dimples now-the
very ones. Well, 1 call that about
the best investment of a dime ever
made"
1t was another illustration of the
whims of nature. The dimples had
captivated the young wife. She saw
them daily. They had made last
ing and pleasing impression upon her
mind, and, as often happens, what
the mother most admired had been
reproduced in her child.
"It's lucky it wasn't a boy" said
the Benedict, philosophically. at
might have been a crier of the worst
description. New York Sum.