The Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1903-1909, 1905-05-23

month, or one hundred and NIFTY dol
lars a year, Samuel. We can save all
that. Let her go at 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 Their girl an putter
round like, but you must keep outer
Their kitchen, an fergit that brooms
ever was made. Don't you worry err
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
superintendent 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;
Il want you few 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 ye' what we can
dew. When she picks out a cheap
thing, you multiply the price by four
err five, an when we show her some
thin bang-up an good enough fer a
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
it ali right fer yer trouble. An mind
We, | want the best in Their 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.
II don't want much, Samuel" she
whispered, as Mr.. Farnsworth turned
to take down a 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 a neat Bingham, worth per
haps ten cents yard.
How much yard?' asked Sam.
Mr.. Farnsworth gravely consulted
the cabalistic price mark.
"The regular price is ninety-f1ve
cents yard, but" lowering his voice
and glancing about to make sure he
was not overheard, 81 will make it to
you at eighty cents"
Eighty cents yard for gingham!"
gasped Mrs. Rounds
ut is imported goods, Mrs
Rounds" explained Mr. Farnsworth,
critically stroking the print. 1t wears
like silk. We carry no domestic ging
hams. Here is one at eighty-five cents
and this one Is a dollar and ten a
yard. That would make you fine
gown, Mrs. Rounds
Lets go somewhere else, Samuel"
whispered his mother, positively
frightened. II can buy Bingham In
Taunton for eight cents yard"
Wait bit" said Sam reassuringly.
What have ye got in silks, Mr.. Farms
WORTH"
Eve have fine line OF silks" re-
piled that gentleman, leading the way
to another counter. Il should recon-
mend heavy black gros grain silk
for Mrs. Rounds. We have them at
all prices. Here is one at a dollor and
a half yard.
He displayed a silk worth at least
three dollars a yard. The old lady
looked fondly at the glossy fabric.
The temptation was great, but she
behind her.
TOO much" said Sam decisively.
Were not rich ner proud, Mr.. Farms
worth. Show rs somethin cheaper"
Every well Here is one at dollar
a yard, and here is one which is a
bargain" He unrolled superb,
heavy bolt of silk, lustrous black and
a delight to the eye. He examined
the price mark critically. 1t told him