The Holly chieftain., 1904-07-01

that. Let her so al once Samuel. and
| Will do the work"
You'll do nothin', Ma Rounds
said Sam. decidedly. You've worked
night onto fifty years, an that's
enough. Now, I'm go'in ter dew ther
work. an you're goin' ter dew ther
playin an restin'. OF course you can
sew an boss ther girl an putter
round like, but You must keep outer
ther kitchen. an fergit that brooms
ever was made. Don't you worry er-
bout money. I've got enough money
ter keep both on us er hundred years.
an I'm goin' ter have more"
Sam took his mother to Boston and
superintended the purchase of dress
materials, bonnet and various
articles Of apparel On this occasion
he was guilty of scheme of decep-
ton which filled his soul with joy.
He was acquainted with Mr.. Farms
worth. the merchant, and calling him
aside, said
4 want you tew wait on mother an
me, yerself. Mr. Farnsworth. Mother
| is the best woman in the world, but
| she thinks I'm eXtravagant. an |
wouldn't hurt her feelins fer any
thing. Now, tell we what ye can
dew. When she picks out cheap
thing. you multiply the price by four
| er five, an when ye show her some
| thin bang-up an good enough fer "A
| princess, put the price way down.
Dye understand? An when we gets
| .i hn trtrl
| show her the other one. an I'll make
| it 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.
I'VE 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 neat gingham, worth per.
haps ten cents yard
How much yard?'' asked Sam.
Mr. Farnsworth sravely consulted
the cabalistic price mark.
The regular price is ninety-fve
cents yard, but" lowering his voice
and glancing about to make sure he
was not overheard. a will make it to
you at eighty cents
Eighty cents a yard for gingham."
gasped Mrs. Rounds.
1T is imported goods, Mrs.
Rounds" explained Mr.. Farnsworth.
critically stroling the print 1T wears
like silk. We carry no domestic Sing
hams. Here is one at eighty-five cents
and this one is a dollar and ten
yard That would make you a fine
gown, Mrs. Rounds
Lets go somewhere else, Samuel"
whispered his mother, positively
frightened. Il can buy gingham in
Taunton for eight cents a yard"
Wait bit. said Sam reassuringly.
What have We got in silks, Mr.. Farms
worth"
We have a fine line Of Silks re.
piled that gentleman, leading the way
to another counter. 81 should recon-
mend a heavy black gros grain silk
for Mrs. Rounds. We have them at
all prices. Here is one at a dollor and
half yard.
He displayed silk worth at least
three dollars a yard. The old lady
looked fondly at TIE glossy fabric.
The temptation was great but she
closed her lips firmly and put Satan
behind her.
Too much" said Sam decisively.
We're not rich ner proud. Mr.. Farms
worth Show ms somethin' cheaper
"Veryswell. Here is one at a dollar
yard, and here is one which is
bargain" He unrolled a superb,
heavy bolt of silk, mstrous black and
delight to the eye. He examined
the price marx critically. 1t told him
| that the wholesale cost was four dol
| lars a yard and the upset retail fig.
| ure four dollars and seyenty-five cents
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