Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-02-19
MRS. TURNER'S SHOPPING.
Trip Was Not as Pleasant She Expected.
Why it Possibly Might Have Been just a
Little Less Embarrassing,

Trip Was Not as Pleasant as She Expected.
Why it Possibly Might Have Been just a
Little Less Embarrassing.
There was buzz of excitement in the
grocery order room of the department
store when Carrie Turner and her hus-
band walked in.
the big photograph medallion Carrie
had worn at her throat when she, too,
carried a bristling assortment OF PEN
ellis in her hair and an order book in
her pocket. Carrie used to refer vague
" to the original Of the medallion as
her gentleman friend when the girls
asked about him, but everybody had
understood that she was going to mar
ry him.
Now it was Carrie herself who was
hard to recognize. She was one gor-
geous dash of color, cleaning, glow
ing butterfly, a bird of polychromatic
plumage. Her skirt was of lilac strip
ed silk, which swore noisily at the pre-
vailing blue in the tartan of her waist
and growled at the cherry -colored neck
ribbons, which in their turn fretted at
the purple ostrich tips in the umbrag-
eous orange-lined picture hat.
Marguerite Hancock afterward said
she was the most distressed looking, "
but there was a note of envy in her
voice as she said it. Carries ample
watch chain and new tan kid gloves
had had the desired effect after all.
1t was unfortunate that it was Satur-
day and a busy day at that, for the
girls were all seated at their respective
tables and no one was free TO flutter
up with congratulations. Nevertheless
they saw every detail Of the brides
costume and Carrie was fairly well
satisfied. She rustled to table that
had just been vacated and, seating her
self, spread out her striped skirts, diff
fusing as she did SO a strong odor of
white rose perfume. Then she mo-
toned to her husband to seat himself
beside her and bending over the table
whispered something to him and gig
gled.
She became instantly serious and
somewhat languid when Marguerite
Hancock, her lips pursed up primly,
approached with her order book in
hand.
How do you do, Carrier" said Mar
guerite, stiffly.
How do you do, Miss Hancock?'
said Carrie. Miss Hancock, this is my
husband, Mr.. Turner. Miss Hancock,
George"
Miss Hancock looked coldly compass
siOnate and murmured Nh. Turner"
Mr. Turner blushed little and said he
was pleased to meet Miss Hancock, and
then looked at his brightly polished tan
shoes in an embarrassed sort of way
and fingered the mustache that as pic
tured in the medallion had been the
principal cause of estrangement bet
ween thes two girls.
There was a moments pause, during
which the bride bowed graciously and
condescendingly to one of the floor
walkers; then Marguerite eXtricated
one of her pencils from her hair and
looked businesslike.
Did you want to order anything?"
she asked.
"Ye-es," answered the bride. 81
think there are a few things we want.
Have you any of Boule's Coffee"
mo, we haven't. There's our spec
ial brand in pound cans, 80 cents,
would you like that?"
4 told you they wouldn't keep that"
said Mrs. Turner to her husband I'VE
don't want the stuff they put up
There's the crushed mocha and java
for IS, and there's a special sale Of
double cross, six packages for 81. But
l suppose you wouldn't want as much
as that"
Il don't believe we would care for
any of it." remarked the bride. with
dignity I'VE want sardines."
Eight cents a box. More than one
boX?" inquired Marguerite.
why, those amt the imported, ex-
claimed Mrs. Turner.
Imported? Why, no. Did you want