New-York tribune., 1912-02-04

and mouths stuffed with the dcllCaCcS from
Henry DaviS'S. At last found myself alone!
MY pockets were stuffed to the brim with
A'A an assortment OF possessions | could
not catalogue. My shirt bulgcd with candy
dried apples, figs, crackers, and a few dime
novels Ny Stomach-ah, my poor inno-
cent, foolish little Stomach,-who shall de-
scribe its ContcntS2 1t had fcaStcd all after
noon on those things that the wisdom of my
parents had forbidden 1t always. 1t had
eaten al the raiSinS il wanted, all the egg
| biscuit it cravcd, all the citrOn-l hate to
think of citron.-lt could hold, everything,
Everything it ought not to have had. And
with all this was mixed a quantity OF lemon
| pop, and ginger ale, and soda water
enough to have tioatcd two craft OF my draft!
Yet the madness Of wealth had not yet left
me. | still had the desire to spend money.
But how
| thought Of everything that had ever
wanted. Nothing tempted me. ! had had
| them all; or, if had not, | could have had
| them, which was the same thing. All, well,
| thought. never mind. My moneys all
gone, anyway. Now for home and the anger
OF my parents!
lust then | CHANGED to put my hand into
one Of nv pockets, and TO my diSmay II
touched coin. tishcd around, and drew out
full handful Of nickelS, dimes thrcc-ccnt
pieces. and a few quarters. Good heavens.
There was more left
shuddcrcd as | realized that ! must
spend this. | dared not 60 home with any
money left; for | was laboring under the
idea that. with my pockets empty OF
cash. should be able to escape all suspicion
of having had any. | never dreamed that
the story of my wild financial orgy would
reach my parents. How innocent | was OF
the power Of gossip!
rose to my feet heavily; for the
burden OF my feast weighed me down. |
again turned my face in the direction Of the
village. Where was 10 90?
The drugstore, had bought it out! The
groccr's, had left his shelves bare and de
plctcd his stock Of dried apples. One Arm
. lakes, What was there 10 be bought IN
One Arm lakes that | had not sampled
Aha! | had it, | suddenly realized that in
Mrs. Hoogly's store, next door to One Arm
lakes was a treasure that could buy and
exhaust all my money at one fell swoop-
provided Mrs Hoogly would sell 1t, and that
still possessed sufficient fortune to pay for 1t.
Mrs. Hoogly kept a thread and yarn shop.
At least, that was all had ever bought there
when nv mother had sent me shopping for
her. But in Mrs. IIoogly's window was a
! beautiful thing, a stuffed duck, standing on
a little bit Of sandy beach, with scashclls
around its feet. had always wanted that
duck. had looked at it 50 often that !
knew its every feather, and could tell just
how long ago it began to shed the Plumage
on its left side, where the moths bad at
tackled it.
Mrs. Hoogly was just getting ready, to
close up, for it was nearly suppertime; but
she let me in, smiling through her glasses.
Hello, Paulic,7 said She. What does your
mama want:'
"She-she wants that-that-how much
is that duck in the window Mrs. Hoogly;
Duck she exclaimed "Why, what are
you talking about" -. Nv.
"Thc duck in the window, said /. you
know Can-can | buy it:
"Whv, never" said the old lady "Nnat
do YOU want Of that old motheaten, stuffed
duck? just keep it in the window because
ain never thought to throw 1t out. was
| thinkin' Of hrowin' it away the other day,
too. DO YOU want it, 80,
"Y-ycs,' said |. "How much IS IT.
| Cause, if &,
"Why, you sha'nt pay cent for the old
| +b;,,o I'D she uartinq the little lace cur