Smyrna times., 1891-09-23
How One Woman Went Shopping.

uOW OAe woman went shopping.
Mrs. Bradworth was out shopping.
Nothing unusual in that. Mrs. Brad
worth frequently went shopping, but
on this particular day something hap
pened.
To begin with, Mrs. Bradworth was
in fine spirits, for could there be finer
day in which to go shopping in than
this Tuesday which she had chosen.
And then did she not have a $40 bill
to spend just as she liked? What
more would you have? Clearly, Mrs.
John Bradworth was a person to be
envied, looking at the matter from
her standpoint.
So at 2 o'clock they started-of
course her dear friend, Mrs. Hunt,
accompanied her-and having obtained
seats in the car-an unheard of occur
rence-they settled themselves down
to chat about the wonderful bargains
they we're to make and the pleasant
trip they were to have.
Alas for their expectations When
half way down the town an old lady
entered the car, and as Mrs. Bradworth
was near the door she gave her seat
to her, receiving the little lady's ack-
nOwledgements with becoming gra-
ciousness.
She noticed fne-looking gentle
man standing near her, and noticed
him still more when the car jostled him
against her. At first it occurred to her
to remove her handbag to her other
arm, then she thought it absurd, and
then her thoughts were interrupted
quite suddenly, for didn't she feel some
one trying to get at her pocket-book.
She certainly did, and quick as 8
wink she inserted a pin in that fine
looking mans arm that caused him to
jump off the car.
So there was adventure number
one.
Nov, didn't save my $40 nicely ?"
said she to Mrs. Hunt gleefully, as
they stepped to the street. "Just fan
cy that hOrrid man getting my trunk,
Marie! Wouldn't it have been awful.
And Marie agreed that it certainly
would.
Now, Mrs. Bradsworth had on her
head a very "sweet" bonnet, quite too
sweet as it proved, for as they crossed
the street, lodging the teams as they
went, those red clover blossoms looked
so natural to the quiet mule at the
curb, that what did that miserable
brute do but confscate them before
the eyes of several astonished behold
ers.
The flowers being firmly attached to
the hat, that, of course had to come,
and the last thing Mrs. Wadsworth
saw OF the mule he was trotting briskiy
down the street, shaking her IS bon
net-unwilling, poor thing, to reIn-
quish those clover blossoms which it
could not swallow.
"The wretched creature !" gasped
Mrs. Bradworth, when she could stop
laughing, II knew that something
would happen to that bonnet when
rushed off without my hat to-day.
Such rorring crowd. Let's get out
of it quick" And Mrs. Hunt led the
way to a millinery establishment with
out further delay.
"Such a'misfOrtune," grumbled Mrs.
Bradworth. whats the reason
things don't happen to you, Marie"
"Well, her friend ventured, perhaps
1 am not so-sO-precipitate, my dear.
You must confess yon did get little
too near that animal, you know"
II should say did" Mrs. RradwOrth
owned, with smile. "But you see it
was because it was a mule horse
would have had better sense"
"Oh, WE'LL" her friend said soothing.
ly, "you have got new bonnet, my
dear, and it is really very becoming"
eyes, but Pm thinking what John
will say. He is always telling me that
! couldn't live If wasn't either get.
ting into or out of some unpleasant,
ness"
"Why tell him" suggested Marie.
"Oh, he will hear Of it some way
l can never keep anything from him,
so let's go over to the office now, and
show him my new bonnet"
"Well," laughed Mrs. Hunt, ~ DOM
see that you are in any great teFr OF
oftelling John. Hadn't we better dc
our shopping frst ?"
SoSusie thought afterward would dc
just as we'll, and so over they went IL
the Office.
When they entered Mr.. BradwortI
: was busily engaged in talking to 9
gentleman in a Prince Albert coat anC
! silk hat.
, HE looks rather familisr," though
{ Mrs. Bradworth.
But when be turned around sh'
: nearly tainted. Mrs. Hunt pinohe'
!. her arm black and blue before sh
realized that "Mr. sCOvell, of Balti
d more" was being introduced by he
s husband. He Immediately excuse
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