The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1915-02-17
her G0LDEhROD DYE
BY MURIEL CHANCE.

1t was the most wonderful expert
ence that Nancy had ever had. For a
long time after it happened she could
not make herself believe that it was
true.
She was weaving in the attic. max
ing the homespun rugs which had be
come village industry in the little
Pennsylvania town. Her winters work
brought in enough money to buy a few
Injuries for her bedridden mother and
clothes for Monte. at school. Suddenly
a knock came below and. when Nancy
went down. she saw a young man. a
stranger. standing at the,door
Il am told that you make the best
rugs in the village. Miss McLane." he
said. May see some Of your work.
She showed him some. Certainly the
contours were straight. and not higgle-
dy-piggledy like those OF most of the
village rugs. However. the young man
was interested in other details than
that.
My name is Cyrus Brown. and
am from the rug factory at Altoona"
he said We want to buy the secret
OF your vegetable dye-the yellow
one"
Nancy laughed. There isn't any Sc
cret about that. she answered
Everybody here knows that It's
goldenrod You steep the flowers in
hot water and add little alcohol and
-" And Nancy gave him the secret
May l come another day when you
are making the extract?" asked the
young man.
Yes, / reckon I'll be making some
this day next week" Nancy answered
Seems to me. Nancy" grumbled her
mother. when he had gone. you might
have got hold OF a young fellow like
that instead OF that good-for-nothing
Jim Penny"
Nancy said nothing. But she sighed
little that night when Jim, out of
work as usual, sat glumly at her side
and asked. for the tenth time that year.
when she would marry him.
Nancy and Jim had been engaged
for years. But he had never held po-
| sition more than week or two. and,
while the girl felt the bond OF old as
ISOLATION. she had begun to think seri-
ously of the future
When Mr.. Brown called, a week Ia
ter, Nancy had a steaming pot of gold
enrod extract upon the table. and he
was quickly initiated into the mystery
oil dyeing the fabrics.
1t seems too good to be true" said
the young man We thought those
vegetable dyes had been forgotten long
ago. l am authorized to pay you this
in remuneration" And he handed her
crisp bundle OF bills.
Nancy drew back Why. Mr.
Brown" she said. everybody knows
how to make gOldenrod dye. 1t isn't
worth nything-really
But he left the bills upon the table
and, declining to stay for supper this
time, departed. When he had gone
Nancy looked at the money. There
were five hundred dollars!
Breathless, she ran after the visitor,
but he was out of sight And so she
came back and wrote letter to the
rug factory explaining that a mistake
had been made.
| ier hotner, though inclined 10 agree
with this view, was strongly against
Nancys posting the letter.
That evening Nancy, radiant, ran to
Jim with a cry OF pleasure and told
him what had occurred, showing him
the bills.
To her amazement Jim became al
most inarticulate with anger.
Five hundred dollars for a trade
secret" he shouted. Why. it's worth
hye thousand at the least"
But, Jim, everybody knows how to
make goldenrod dye" Nancy protest
ed.
Wen tell them that we stipulated
for five thousand" he said. and I'll
take this lot, Nancy. to make first
payment on that cottage | spoke
about"
A few days later the young man
called again.
We have received a letter from a
Mr' Penny, threatening to bring suit