Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1908-11-27

is a wide one Perhaps no other col
lege could have fitted her as well for
her life's ambition-the drawing of a
matrimonial prize.
Her station in the store was ia
vored one The music room was near
enough for her TO hear and become IA
miiar with the works Of the best COM
posers. at least to acquire the famil-
iarity that passed for appreciation in
the social world in which she was
vaguely trying to set tentative and
aspiring foot. She absorbed the edu-
eating influence of art wares. of costly
and dainty fabrics, of adornments that
are almost culture to women.
The other girls soon became aware
of Nancy's ambition. Here comes
your millionaire Nance" they would
call to her whenever any men who
looked the role approached her coun
ter 1t got TO be a babit of men who
were hanging about while their WON
en- folk were shopping to stroll over to
the handkerchief counter and dawdle
over the cambria squares. Nancy's I'm
itation high bred air and genuine dain-
ty beauty were what attracted. Many
men thus came to display their graces
before her. Some of them may have
been millionaiIes. Others were cersaiu-
~ no more than their sedulous apes.
Nancy learned TO discriminate. There
was window at the end of the baud
kerchief counter. and she could see the
rows of vehicles waiting -or the shop
pers In the street below She looked
and perceived that automobiles differ
as well as do their owners,
I Orce a fascinating gentleman bought
four dozen handkerchiefs and wooed
her across the counter with a King
Cophetua air When he had gone one
of the girls said:
whats wrong. Nance. that you did
not warm up to that fellow? He looks
the swell article. all right. to me-"
Him." said Nancy. with her coolest. /
sweetest. most impersonal Van Alstyne
Fisher smile Not for mine saw
him drive up outside \ twelve horse
power machine and an Irish chauffeur
And you saw what kind of handker-
chiefs he bought-silk, And he's got
dactylis on him. Give me the real /
thing or nothing, if you please"
TWO of the most refined women in .
the store-a forelady and cashier
had a few swell gentlemen friends"
with whom they now and then dined
Once they included Nancy in an in
vitation. The dinner took place in a
spectacular cafe whose tables are en-
gagged for New Years eve Il year in ad
vance. There were two gentlemen
friends" one without any hair on his
head-high living ungrew it, and we
can prove 1.-THE other a young man
whose worth ana sophistcation he i'm
pressed upon you in two convincing
ways-he sWOre that all the wine was
corked and he wore diamond cuff but
tons. This young man perceived ire
sistible excellencies in Nancy. His
taste ran to shop girls. aud here was
one that added the voice and manners
of his high social world to the franker
charms of her own caste. So on the
day he appeared in the store
and made her a serious proposal of
marriage over n box of hemstitched.
grass beached Irish linens Nancy
declined. A brown pompadour ten feet
away had been using her eyes and
ears. When the rejected sutton had
gone she heaped carboys of upbraid-,
ings and horror upon Nancy's head.
What a terrible little fool you are!
That fellows a millionaire-he's a
nephew of old Van Sixties himself
And he was talking on the level too. =
Have you gone crazy, Nance?" y
Have II" said Nancy. II didn't'I-s
AXE him, did 1? He isn't a millionaire \
20 hard that you could notice it. any O
low. His family only allows him S20.-
100 year to spend. The baldhead- 4
d fellow was guying him about it the a
'ther night at supper" I,
The brown pompadour came nearer
md narrowed her eyes.
Say, what do you waDt?" she in
luired in a voice hoarse for lack of IT
hewing gum. Amt that enough for a
-Ou? Do you want to be q Mormon %
nd marry Rockefeller and Gladstone 81
)owie and the king of Spain and the r,
Whole bunch? Amt $4,000 a year
God enough for your" il
Nancy nuSned little under the Level
axe of the black. shallow eyes. C,
at wasn't altogether the money, Car p,
ie.' she explained His friend caught
i'm in a rank lie the other night at oe
inner. 1t was about some girl he said -
e hadn't been to the theater with ~
Veil, can't stand a liar Put every =,
hing together don't like him. and al
nat settles it. When ! sell out it's not
Ding to be on any bargain day. I've 81
Of to have something that sits up in a -
hair like a man. anyhow. Yes, I'm ar
oking out for catch, but it's got to
2 able to do something more than -,
AXE a noise like toy bank" ~ ~
THE physiopathic ward for yoursr' - -
i'd the brown pompadour. walking i ,"'
way s 1U
These high ideas. If not ideals. Nancy ~
to cultivate on IS per week ~
ne bivouacked on the trail of the u.
eat unknown catch" eating her dry a..
cad and tightening her belt day by 49,
". On her face was the faint. sol p -,