News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1915-07-07

MabeI Herpert
IIrner be it," pointing to
an old iron gate.
way that showed just ahead.
Ever since Mrs. Hodgson had told
them the wonder of the Caledonian
rag market, Helen had been deter
mined to come She had finally per-
suaded Warren to meet her early and
go with her this Afternoon.
The underground had brought them
out in twenty minutes, and they
planned to see the market and get
back to London in time for dinner.
They had reached the end Of the
street now, and Helen caught her
breath at the scene before them. In
great fenced-in space was mass Of
stalls, horses, wagons and motley
swarm Of people.
The rag market! The Caledonian
rag market! To Helen, who reveled
in rummaging through old things, the
very name was enticing. The dusty
windows of every antique or even sec.
ond-hand shop held for her alluring
possibilities. And now to explore this
famous old rag market!
Huh, this is a rum place." shifted
Warren. 'Where'd they get all this
junk?"
Listen dear" shaking his arm ex-
citedly. Lets start here, and go up
one lane and down the other-so we
won't miss thing"
There were no regular stalls. Ev-
erything was spread out on the ground
on old pieces of carpet or sheeting,
and back of each lot was ram
shackle cart and the patient donkey
or horse that had drawn it.
eyer own price, lady," urged the
man as Helen paused before an amaz-
ing mass of odds and ends-every-
thing from old jewelry to old shoes.
Business brisk in glass eyes to-
day." Warren poked his cane at a
box Of artificial eyes. you've got a
full line there-assorted colors."
Eyes, sir" grinned the man, take
yer choice-tuppence EACH
By the next lot sat an old woman
as weird as her stock. There we're
a tin foot-tub, globe for goldfish, a
clothes wringer, a bronze Atlas Shout
dering a clock, a plush album, and
irons, old lace, a bedraggled feather
boa, rusty rat trap, and odd pieces
Of old pewter, china and brass.
Dear, did you ever play that game
where they carried around a lot of
things on a tray, and you wrote them
down from memory"
"Be a tough job remembering
,hese," chuckled Warren. Where in
Dlazes does all this junk come from
hats what gets me-"
"Oh, London's so wonderful-it's full
If old things. And this rag market is
'nly on Fridays"
"The weeks collection, Ell? All,
lere we are!" Warren swung his |
,ane over a basket of false teeth.
May need 'em some day. How about
aging in supply?"
ooh, how awful! Do people real
y"
Sell me a good upper set cheap to-
ay?" asked Warren.
But the man, resenting this face
Iousness, glared at him angrily.
Dear, don't make fun, and don't
oke at things with your cane" whis-
cred Helen. Some of them don't
Ike it."
who cares?" shrugged Warren
you Just pounce on the freakish
lings. There's lots of interesting
lings here-I know there are. Dear.
on go along that side while stay on
lis. Mrs. Hodgson said we shouldn't
3 together anyway-they'n think
ere American tourists and put up
Ie prices"
"All right, suit yourself. Only I'm
1t going to hang around a woman
ng."
At stall just beyond a woman was
aggling over the price of an old blue {
eat platter. Helen, interested, drew
,arer.
III give you one and six"
Two bob, mum, not penny less"
The woman shook her head, laid I
'wn the platter and started of.
Take 1t along for one and a tan i
r." he called after her. my two i
ms is in the war, lady. Let a poor o
an make enough to feed their kid b
es" y
The woman stolidly put the platter
her huge shopping bag, and Helen s
lowed her. keenly observant She Il
ltched her buy a lace scarf. a de-
inter- and a candlestick. paying not S,
Jre than half the prices asked. d
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