Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1914-12-18

an presents! Fancy If ] could give
mother PRESENT. know what I'd
like to give 'er-one Of them cases to
'old needles and thimble an bodkin
which saw at 'Amilton's bazaar. But
1t amt much good wishing" And
here her reflections came to an end, for
she found herself at the warehouse.
She had soon delivered her parcel to
the fat manageress and received the
poor payment due and, threading her
way cleverly back through dusty cor
ridors and down winding stairs. soon
found herself in the jostling street
again. She turned her footsteps home,
when a gleam of something bright on
the dirty pavement caught her eye
She bent down. 1t wasn't-no-yes, II
was-a silver siYpence! She picked it
up. Could such luck be true? A silver
slxpence found on the ground and
therefore her very own, to do what she
liked with!
"Why, now I'll be able to git mother
real Christmas present. It's jest like
fairy tale" she thought, her blue
eyes shining with excitement, IAN
know what I'll buy, an I'll git it, too.
before go 'ome, cause it won't take
me a mint"
Hamilton's bazaar was not very far
away, and, sure enough, in five minutes
Flip was gazing steadily in at the bril-
liantly decked and Lit window at
needlecase in red velvet and gold, an
article which for all its gorgeousness
was marked but fivepence three far
things.
II want a needlecase with thmble
an bodkin an reel of cotton, like
them up there" said Flip, with all the
dignity of a possessor of wealth.
"Well, you must wait bitp' snapped
the assistant, turning to another GUS
toner, stout. CHEEKY looking man,
accompanied by two rosy, well dressed
children.
II bin waitin' long time. Why
can't you. git me one DOWN. replied
Flip, with the perseverance Of the
east end child
The girl impatiently detached one of
the needlecases.
"Where is your money!" she asked.
Ere, of course. Wot dyer think 2"
said Flip, handing her the coin.
The saleswoman took it, looked at
it once carelessly, again narrowly.
why" she exclaimed, this is not a
sixpence at all-it is only an imitation
one!' And, turning quickly, she beck.
oned the tall. imposing looking shop.
walker, who stood near. This child is
trying to pass false money" she said
as she gave him poor Flip's treasure
trove.
He examined it and then, taking hold
Of the child's thin arm, said:
Come, come; where did you get
this money from? Tell the truth
now."
Flip's face went red and then very
white. She did not realize or under.
stand her offense. She only knew that
If the sixpence was bad she could not
buy the dearly coveted gift. Her heart
seemed ready to break. and she burst
into food of tears as she sobbed out:
II found it in the street-it's true, II
is. But can't buy the present now."
The shopwalker hesitated, and then
the CHEEKY looking customer who had
been waiting his turn to be served
broke in by saying in voice thai
had strong country twang in 1t:
Don't you cry, lassie. You DOM
mean any harm, guarantee. Let me
see that coin," he continued. turning
to the shopwalker. who did as he wal
desired, for he was being addressed
by an old and valued customer.
"Well, don't know" said thu
CHEEKY man. "It is not sixpence,
agree, but 1t is half sovereign and {
very good one too" And In the twin
king of an eye he had deftly exchang
ed the imitation sixpence for gclt
coin from his waistcoat pocket.
''There, my lass, take your none.
and run home"
Was 1t dream? Flip pinched her
self when she was In the chill street.
again. No. 1t was all true-a happ.
reality to find bad sixpence and thel
see 1t transformed into golden hal
sovereign. She had forgotten the vel
vet needlecase; she had but one though
to get homeland home she soou was
where her anxious mother heard al
her wonderful adventures.
So, after all, 1t was real Christina
In the top room.