Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-08
THEIR INTENTIONS WERE GOOD.

busy room where a number of gray haired women were selling all kinds of junk
 have come,' breathed my aunt Were just swamped with business. Can't you step behind this counter and help us sell things?
 q looked down at my pale ecru gloves and draped and ruffied skirt doubtfully
 "'Oh, just take off your coat and gloves said my aunt. It's not really dusty here. It's just the confusion that makes 1t look so mussy. It's only Christian of you to help us out. told the president of the guild that we ought to have some young people, ourselves without asking help of any body. Some of us old women carry our independence to a dangerous de- gree. Pm almost Jagged out. and I'm not too proud to say so.'
 Of course I'll help you replied. You sit down here where I can con- suit you, and rest, and I'll sell every thing in sight before leave.'
 You're dear murmured my aunt, relaxing into a chair had pulled for ward for her and promptly going to sleep in the midst of the disturbance
 "'She has worked too hard remark cd a sweet looking woman who step ped across from her counter to ex- plain the elastic scale of prices. Of course. the things are all marked, but we take whatever we can get
 "T see,,' I returned. and began al once to wait on a little woman who took violent fancy to a shaded vii low plume I knew that in it's day that plume couldn't have been bought for less than $25 and thought how the mighty had fallen when I gratefully accepted 25 cents for it from the de lighted customer.
 "Well I did a 1and office business I said, gayly, when I wakened my aunt at the close of the afternoon. "The only thing left on our counter is a picture of Queen Victoria, and I'll pay a dime for that just to make a clean sweep. I brought some change in thc tiny pocket of my jacket Let's see. where did I put my jacket? Oh. yes. on the bare space at the end of the other counter. Why. it isn't therei'
 "'A silk jacketT interrupted the wo- man who was slipping on her owr tt down to the other end of the coun- ter. We needed this space for tying bundles
 CT wonder where it Is now said Somebody must have moved it again Oh, did you see a little silk jacket?' turned to another woman who was preparing to leave.
 C5, nIli0 was in remarkably good condition wasn't it, considering how old 1t mus have been? I suppose it belonged tc someone's grandmother
 "Tt belonged to mel easped.
 "tOh. did you contribute it? I trie6 hard to get a dollar for 1t, but th' woman I sold it to said it would havr to be made over. and she wouldn'' pay more than 75 cents.'
 Made overl Seventy-five cents!' echoed. Six bits for my beloved new tacket!'
 "FYour jacket?
 "'Yes. told you it was mine.'
 "tBut I didn't thirk yourtve owr to wear. Why. it looked as if it hat been made in the '60s' That's the way it was intended tt looki' I burst out. T was too proud of that look for anything, and nov it's gone without my ever wearing f anywhere where people know wha' real clothes are!' "Tm terribly sorry,' said the wo- man.
 "'No use being sorry. don't wisr you to be, really I don't I tried t' speak gently, but do watch the fash
 ions a little more closely after this. beg of you Then I laughed hyster ical'y.
 "So, you see," concluded the your. woman with the green beads, "why Pm not partial to bazaars. ."-Chicagc News.