The record-union., 1891-04-28
TWO DIMPLES FOR TEN CENTS.
Delightful Result of Recent Whim-
SicaI Purchase.


A young Brooklyn Benedict sauntered
down Nassau street several months ago
in a reyerie. 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 woman who
awaited his return. He pushed through
the crowd Of pedestrians without needing
anything or having the train Of pleasant
tancies diverted until he passed young
Italian image peddler. The Italian stock
Of plaster work was displayed ir high
doorway out Of the way Of the busy
thrOng. The sunbeam lighted up the
statuettes. The Benedict looked down at
them, walked on "a 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 dimple-cheeked
girl, laughing. They captivated the
young Benedict's fancy.
How much are they?' he asked the
Italian.
''Ten centa," replied the peddler, his
face lighting up gayly at the prospect of
purchase.
''All right, I'll take 'em," the Brook
Ignite said, and when the peddler had
wrapped them in an old newspaper 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 wiie's knowledge placed
them upon the mantel III the dining
room, where she would see them the first
thing in the morning. ''It will be little
surprise" he thought. The plan worked
to perfection. The mistress Of the house
hold gave little cry Of delight as she
caught sight of the girls head.
IGNN hot ,llattyv Iin11lnS - she said IybpD
the young Benedict came down to break
fast.
Eyes: rather pretty for the price. 1
thought you'd like 'em," the husband re-
piled.
In two months time the happy event
that the household had been looking for
ward TO anxiously had happened. A
good-natured girl baby had come to
further distract the Benedict's mind from
the dry details of business. He had
weeks before forgotten the trifling pur-
chase from the humble Nassau-street art
purYeyOr.
A week later the healthy infant looked
up at the ceiling and smiled. Her fat
cheeks creased into two unmistakable
dinples. 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 dimples
come frOm u ne SAID. lnere maven
been any in our families"
"a happy whim of nature, suppose"
said the young mother, and she kissed
each dimple several times.
The Benedict went down to dinner
alone half an hour later. His eye
chanced to sean 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, | call that about the best invest
ment of 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 a lasting and pleasing
! impression upon her mind, and, as often
! happens, what the mother most admired
! had been reproduced in her child.
| Its lucky it wasn't a boy" said the
! Benedict philosophically "It might have
been a crier of the worst description.
| NeW York Sun.