Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1904-06-30

ueWs Wucu bno PICKS OUT CuO8p
thing, you multiply the price by four
er five. an when ye show her some
thin bang-up an good enough fer
princess, put the price way down.
Dye understand? An when we gets
through, give me the true bill and
show her the other one, an I'll make
1t all right fer yer trouble. An mind
ye, / want the best in ther store for
Mother Rounds"
The merchant smilingly agreed to
this arrangement and entered heartily
into the deception. Mrs. Rounds had
never been in Boston until that day,
although all her life had been spent
within an hours ride from the New
England metropolis. Occasional visits
to the dry-goods shops of Taunton
formed epochs in her life, and she
was dazed at the contemplation Of
the sight before her. The shelves,
with their load of fabrics, seemed
endless, and she crouched behind
marble column for fear Of being in
the way Of the chattering, laughing
throng of shoppers.
Il don't want much, Samuel" she
whispered, as Mr.. Farnsworth turned
to take down bolt Of dress goods.
1--WE must be economical, Samuel.
Tell him to show us some ginghams."
"All right, Ma Rounds; watch me
beat him down." returned Sam, nudg.
ing her gently with his elbow.
Here is a stylish pattern, Mrs.
Rounds" said Mr.. Farnsworth, dis
playing a neat bingham, worth per
haps ten cents yard.
"How much yard?" asked Sam.
Mr.. Farnsworth grayely consulted
the cabalistic price mark.
"The regular price is ninety-five
cents yard, but" lowering his voice
and glancing about to make sure he
was not overheard, II will make 1t to
you at eighty cents"
Eighty cents yard for gingham!"
gasped Mrs. Rounds.
at is imported goods, Mrs,
Rounds" explained Mr.. Farnsworth,
critically stroking the print. 1T wears
like silk. We carry no domestic ging
hans. Here is one at eighty-flve cents
and this one is dollar and ten a
yard. That would make you fine
gown, Mrs. Rounds
Lets go somewhere else, Samuel"
whispered his mother, positively
frightened. 81 can buy bingham in
Taunton for eight cents a yard"
"Wait a Bit" said Sam reassuringly
What have ye got in silks, Mr.. Farms
WORTH"
I'VE have a fine line of Silks" re
piled that gentleman, leading the way
to another counter. 81 should recon-
mend heavy black gros grain silk
for Mrs. Rounds. We have them al
all prices. Here Is one at dollor ant
a half yard.
He displayed silk worth at leas
three dollars a yard. The old lad,
looked fondly at the glossy fabric
The temptation was great, but sh,
closed her lips firmly and put SataI
behind her.
TOO much" said Sam decisively
"We're not rich ner proud, Mr.. Farms
worth. Show MS somethin' cheaper
VERY well. Here is one at dollal
a yard, and here is one which is {
bargain" He unrolled superb
heavy bolt Of silk, lustrous black ant
a delight to the eye. He examined
the price mark critically. It told hin
that the wholesale cost was four dol
lars a yard and the upset retail fig
ure four dollars and seventy-flve cents
II can let you have that at eight,
cents yard" he said after menta
calculation.
Nov, ye're gittin' down tew bust
ness" Sam declared tentatively
That's tew much, but it's more lik,
1t. What do you think Of the goods
Ma Rounds? You'd look like four
year old in a gown made Of that"
TITS very fine-too fine for me, I'm
afraid" She was weakening. "Ant
it's cheap, If it's real silk. Is 1t really
and truly silk?" She looked timldlJ
at Mr.. Farnsworth, who assured heI
1t was silk beyond a doubt.
ITO be continued.)