Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1892-06-08

port in time another for old Eliassen."
tHow soon does he want it?''
by the third Of February, without
fail"
VERY singular" said Mr.. Poulett
''My customer named the same day.
say. Jackington, must have it at any
price. Comet I'll give you seventy
Ave down for the picture, possession to
to be given at once"
And Mr.. Jackington closed the bar
gain The picture. neatly packed, was
delivered to Mr.. Poulett, who inmedi-
'Ophelia" could not be bought for less
than hundred
"a hundred dollars? Oh myl" said
Mrs. Clever. "a hundred dollars for a
mere engraving"
But such an engraving, ma'am,"
bowed Mr.. Poulett. Zone of the finest
specimens of art in the country. It
will be gem, perfect gem"
well" said Mrs. Clever. recklessly,
''I'n take it Not that l should ever
care 10 look at it twice-but it's Clev.
er's taste"
Old Ezra Eliassen shook his head.
when Mr.. Clever came around the next
day to see If he had purchased the
''Ophelia."
''Mentoni's copy is Sold" said he;
'4or hundred dollarsi'
"Soldl Oh, hang it!'' bawled Clever.
''But there's one thing, whoever paid q
hundred dollars for that thing was a
full-sized fool"
81 could import one like it for the
same money" said Eliassen. watching
his customers face.
Gould you. though? By the third of
February"
81 guessh shor'
import it theni I'll not be ba1ked,"
said Mr.. Clever. bringing his clenched
hand down on the rail of old Eliassen's
desk. Its more than / can afford and
three times what the thing is worth,
but Maria likes it, and Maria shall be
suited for once in her life. But mind,
it must be on the spot by the third of
February, or not red cent do you
getr"
There shall be no mishtake, " nodded
Ezra Eliassen.
The third of February came; and
Mrs. Clever radiantly awaited her
husbands appearance in the breakfast
room. with brown paper package all
twined and sealed on the table. Enters
Mr.. Clever with ditto package under
his arm.
Dearest" said Maria, this is the
tenth anniversary of our bridal-dayl
Accept this memento of love"
And she gave him brown paper par
eel Number One.
"HeIlor' said Mr.. Clever. And I've
got something for you, Maria" hand
ing her brown paper parcel Number
Two.
"Oh, Thousand thanks!' sighed
| Maria
much obliged, I'm sure" said Mr.
Clever. And they both went to work
with scissors and penknife at the Irvine
and paper. And out of both wrappings
emerged - the same fair, floating
"Ophelia," in the same CLASSY stream,
with the same blue-fags blossoming
along its edge.
| Mr.. and Mrs Clever looked at each
other, and then at the ''Ophelias."
81 meant to surprise you, love-"
gasped Mrs. Clever. "And you've
thought Of the very same thing How
kind of youi"
by Jove, am surprisedI" said Mr.
Clever, blankly. 1.-TWO of 'eml And
each one uglier than the otherr'
Mrs. Clever began to cry. Mr.. Clever
put his hands in his pockets and
whistled And just then in hustled
Uncle Chipley, who always breakfasted
with them on their anniversary day.
"Hallol" said Uncle Chipley, who
was rather a dabster at the fine arts.
"Donnavetti's Ophelia,' Ell? But you've
got two of 'em. A bargain, Ell? Or at
auction?"
"I gave hundred dollars for mine, -
whispered Mrs Clever.
"And I gave a hundred for Miner
exclaimed he- husband. dragging saw
agely at his musLacne.
Then you were both great fools, 81
mildly remarked Uncle Chipley. 81
saw half shop full of 'em in Paris,
when / was over there last, for ten
dollars apiece, American money!
They're regular drug in the market.
over therep'
"Of course, 1 appreciate the atten-
ton, Maria, and all that sort of thing"
began Mr.. Clever. ''but | don't want
this gushy thing on my wallsl''
"And am sure it would give me the
nightmare to have that drowning face
In any room," retorted Maria, crisply.
And she jerked out of the room in a
manner not at all BETTING wedding
anniversary.
And If anyone wants proof en-
craving of Donnavettfs "Ophelia," he
may find two of them at the establish
ment Of Mr.. Ezra Eliassen, who bought
them of the Clevers for five dollars
apiece, and is prepared to sell them for
whatever he can et-Amy Randolph.
in N. Y Ledger