Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1895-04-10
THE SILK WAS CHEAP.

THE SILK WAS CHEAP.
Eut 1t Fell From Grace When Each Knew
the Other Knew the Price.
1t was bargain day in one of the
large down town stores, and the coun-
ters were piled with evening silks of
the most tempting prices.
Two women were industriously turn
ing over the pieces, and one of them
said to her companion, eyes, I'm get
ting a gown to wear to my sister-in-
laws wedding, and the only thing
which puzzles me is which piece to
take-they are all so delightfully."- cheap
and they look so handsome.
"Yes. it is hard to decide, " admitted
the other woman. whose bored and
weary air proclaimed her merely the
escort. The active shopper looked fresh
and alert.
Eyes. Now, if / only knew what
Victoria was going to wear, it would be
easy enough. I'm determined for once
that my gown shall cast hers in the
shade When we were girls together,
she was glad enough to copy my things,
but now she's married Henry's elder
brother, who has more money than
Henry has, and she does put on such
airs.
Eyes This is pretty piece, sug
gested her companion, who wanted her
lunch.
''Isn't it? l wonder if it is quite as
good as the one that woman has over
there I think 1 shall take this-I'm
sure Victoria would never know but
that it was awfully expensive, for /
shall tell her that it was So a yard.
There won't be a piece left to tell the
tale after today, anyhow. Not that
she'd ever look at bargain counter
she's too proud for that. Let me see,
how many yards
"You would like to ses this piece in
the light, madam?'' said the voice of
clerk back of them. Certainly. Step
this way, please. Yes, the very thing for
wedding. We are sellng-will you
allow me to pass, ladies?"
The two women stepped aside, and
the one who was counting up how many
yards she needed cried: i.
"Why. Victoria, is that you? live
been looking for a gown to wear at
Marie's Wedding"
$50 have l." replied the lady who
had been following the clerk to the light,
"but-but I don't see anything here
that is nearly good enough"
'Neither do l." replied the other
woman, and she put down the piece she
had been holding lest some one else get
it. "Come. Amy, we will go.
"Win you look at this piece in the
light, MADAME" asked the clerk.
"Not today" was the naughty reply.
81 will come in again and look at some-
thing better.
And the two parties moved off in op-
posite directions, leaving the clerk be-
hind the counter and the one standing
in the aisle smiling at each other Chi.
cago Tribune.
"ColOrow's o Squaw."
Edward, one of "the fighting Nc
Cooks while governor of Colorado
territory had a good deal of trouble
with the Indians, and especially with
their chief, Colorow, a great scoundrel
and coward at heart. The chief would
have shot the governor one day had it
not been for the family nerve of the Nc
Cooks. The National Tribune of Wash
ington tells the story:
With party of his braves Colorow
came to Denver one day, and after
drinking heavily of whisky told his fol
lowers that he was going up to kill Nc
Cook. The governor had his Office in Il
two story building and sat with his
back to the door, with Il looking glass
ON the desk in front of him, so that he
could see any one coming III without
turning.
McCook was expecting some trouble
with Colorow and was seated at his desk
when the Indian came in. Colorow had
pistol in his hand, and approaching
McCook he stood by his side and grunt-
ed:
''McCook liar!''
The governor never looked up, but
kept on writing.
"McCook heap liar" repeated Colo
row, but the governor never noticed it.
"McCook heap big liar" continued
Colorow, and still the pen scratched
away. Colorow mistook McCook's ST.
lencs for fear and let his pistol hand
drop until his arm hung down straight.
In an instant McCook grasped the In
dian's wrist, and in another the pistol
fell to the floor.
Turning Colorow around, the govern
or deliberately thrust him down stairs
and out of the door into the circle o.
Indians who were waiting for the ex-
pected trouble.
"Colorow squaw, said McCook to
the assembled Indians, and giving the
chief a parting push he returned to his