The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1901-09-27

themselves 10 give me tnts Outht,
III shut my eyes as go past the silks
and organdies
But she could not do this literally,
and the seductive display IN the next
aisle simply Haunted It's daintiness and
charming color at her as she passed..
She turned her head ever so lightly.
and was lost. Draped most artistically
over a crush OF delicate blue silk was
the sheerest Of white organizes. with
little wreaths OF blue forget-me-nots
scattered between silvery stripes. AS
II they could not help It, Amy's feet
turned aside from the the path toward
the wooden suitings.
"Eighty-hve cents" said the sales
man, as Amy hung over the
exquisite material. TITS per-
feet thing, and one Of our exclusive
styles-you won't find 1t anywhere
else. The pattern isn't even dupli-
Gated in any other background. Now
this rose pattern. as you see. we have
in green, pink, white and blue, but the
forget-me-not only in the white. It's
very choice.
How much a yard did you say?"
asked Amy, feeling as If she could
never turn away from the counter, yet
saying to herself that she must be
gone.
Twelve seventy-ive the pattern,
miss. Is yards. You need that now for
a dress, We don't sell less It should
be MADE up with the ruffles. you see,"
he handed her fashion plate, leach
rufie edged with the blue velvet rib
bon. I'll show you" And before Amy
could protest he had sent a messen-
ger to the ribbon counter, and had
thrown several yards of narrow velvet
of the forget-me-not blue upon the
folds of the organdie. The combina-
ton was most effective. Amy's heart
began to beat very rapidly.
81 couldn't afford the ribbon. for
it would take dozens of yards" she
calculated, rapidly, "but-oh. Of
course I can't buy it"
An elegantly gowned woman, accom-
panied by young daughter, came
suddenly to the counter beside Amy.
20 mammal" cried the girl, did you
ever see anything so swell and so
sweet as that forget-me-not stuff? Do
get that"
Another salesman stepped up and
threw the dainty folds into a new po-
sition. Twelve seventy-five the pat
tern, Mrs. Goodale," he said, impress
sively. Exquisite thing. one of NAL
lard's, you know his. Our man got
the exclusive sale of it. it's not to be
duplicated anywhere. Nothing could
be better suited to your daughters
style"
The daughter had fair hair and
long-lashed blue eyes. So had Amy
Amy looked at the salesman He was
smiling significantly, without looking
at her. Amy's cheeks flushed. an(
she leaned forward over the counter
Mrs Goodale" had laid a possessivt
hand upon the organdie. Amy spoke
quickly, in low tone. 81 think will
take it," she said.
But once outside. 1--WE been a COOS,
already" she thought, ruefully. "Tha
dress is a dear, but know mother will
say I couldn't afford it. She thinks i
is vulgar to have a girls party thing
elaborate while her everyday clothe
are shabby. Well, it can't be helpe,
now, and I'm not sure that l want t,
help it. But, Amy Brentwood, d.
keep a grip on your pocket-book TO
the rest of the day"
1t was a most resolute and practica
young shopper who sat down befor
the Dearborn display of winter dress
goods. Being now on strict econom
bent, to atone for the purchase of tn
organdie, she was in danger Of at
tempting to suit herself with good
of too little durability and worth. For
tunately the man at this counte
CHANGED to be an honest old Scotsma
with daughters of his own, and whe
he detected the anxiety in the flushe
young face, he set himself to help hi
customer secure the best possible valu
for her money. He won her conf
dence, and she accepted his jude
ment thankfully. so the dress was 500
satisfactorily disposed of and Amy
purse was but 81 the lighter.
The finding of a coat to be wor
tremendously with the dress took loEi
err and when, after searching throug
many "cloak departments, Amy fl
ally paid $11 for the only thing sf
thought would do at all, she was tho
oughly weary. Time was flying fas
and if she kept her appointment wit