The Forrest City times., 1891-04-03
DlMPLED STORY.
The Pleasant Results Of a Ten-Cent
 Investment on the Street.


 A young Brooklyn Benedict saun- tered down Nassau street several months ago in revere. He was thinking of his home across the bridge, An interestingevent was soon to happen there, and he was on his way to q 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 fancIes diverted an- til he passed young Italian image peddler. The Italian. stock of pias- ter work was displayed in high door way out of the way of the busy throns. 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 pled-chees girl laughing. They capti- vated the youug Benedict's fancy.
 "How mueh are they?" he asked the Italian.
 "Tena centa," replied the peddler, his face lighting up gayly at the pros pect of a purchase.
 Al right. I'll take 'em," the Brooklynite said, and when the ped dlerhad wrapped them in 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 lie got home, and without his wiie's knowledge placed them upon the mantel in the dining-room, where she would see them the first thing in the morning. 1t will be a little sur prise" he thought. The plan worked to perfection. The mistress of tho 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.
 "Yes. rather pretty for the price. band replied.
 In two months time the happy event that the household had been looking forward to had happened. A good natured girl baby had come to further distract the Benedict $ mind from the dry details of business. Hehad weeks before forgotten the tritlinc purchase from the humble Nassau street art purveyor.
 X week later the healthy infant looked up at the ceiling and smiled. Her fat checks creased into two un- mistakable dimples. The Benedict la%ghed. He was immensely tickled. The dimplcs looked as pretty as could be and he was proud oi the fact.
 But where on earth did the dim ples come iromg" he said. There haven't been any in our families.
 "A happy whim of nature, l sup pose" said the young mother, and she kissed each dimpie several times.
 The Benedict went down to dinner alone half an hour later. His eye chanced to scan the mantel and rested on the tive-cent bust of the laughing girl.
 By George" he fairly shouted. there are those dimples now--the very ones. Well, call that about the hest investment of q dime ever made"
 It was another illustration of the whims of nature. The dimp'ee had captivated the young wife Sine saw them daily. They had made last ing and pleasing impression upon her mind. and, as e.ten happens, what tLe mother msst admired had been reproduced in her child.
 'It's lucky it wasn't boy" said the Benedict. philosophically. ''It might have been . crier of tho worSt dss;xiption."-New York Bun.