San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-03-18
fright? Why what do you mean,

Right? Why what do you mean,
dearr
BET that plates a reproduction.
For the real stuff the sky's the limit
to her prices-this Aunt Matilda
story sounds fishy.'
Warren, you're always so sus-
picious. How could this poor old
woman way out here, get reproduc-
tionsy Why you can see they're all
family things. She didn't like this
aunt-that's why she's willing to sell
her things cheap"
Il don't fall Tor that yarn. Darna-
tion :" as his dipped pen left blot,
Fumbling among the papers on the
desk for a blotter, Warren paused
with a muttered exclamation.
why, dear, what're you doing
amazed Helen, as always so punctil-
ious about other peoples letters he
deliberately scanned the one before
him.
''Read that! You needn't ave any
| quaims. She's put one over on you.
The brief Communication Helen
grasped at glance.
My dear. Mrs. Hubbard:
I'VE are shipping you another doz-
en- of the ruby glass tumblers, but
regret we are out of Washington
Crossing the Delaware platters. Ex-
pect a shipment from the factory in
a few days, and will then fill your
order.
very truly yours,
THE Bridgeport China Co.
"Now what about your poor old
woman and her aunt Matilda!' he
scoffed.
Il won't take them" famed Hell
en-. She'll have to give my money
back :"
Huh. you'll never get your ten
out of that old girl. She'll not give
up
II found this other platter that be-
longed TO Aunt Matilda" as she re
entered. Il thought you might like
the pair"
Il think not, and 1--we decided
not to take these after all, STAN
mered Helen. We're not going right
homeland they'll be so Md tc
carry"
why, that's all right, l can send
them--if you'll pay the expressage.
| No, IL really don't think l want
them, after all. They're not just what
l thought and Well, / don't want
to take them
That's not the way ! do bust
ness" bristling. "A sales a sale
After wasting my time pricing every
thing in the shop mean thu
house"
You spilled the truth that time
exploded Warren. Its a shop, al
right-fixed up TO land suckers. Thi:
stuff's all planted here to sell. Aun'
Matilda's plattters with a snort
Aunt Matilda turns 'em out by tn,
gross in Bridgeport, Connecticut.
"Why-what do you mean!' she
spluttered, her face brick red.
Better put those letters away
when you've go customers. But III
hand it to you. That weasel story't
a peach"
Livid with rage. the old woman
fairly shrieked lnaledictions aftel
them. as they made their way out.
Again in the muddy road. Heller
chung shudderingly TO Warren's arm
why did you egg her on? l wal
almost afraid of her. l never saw
anyone in such a rage
"Peppery old hen." he chuckled
Worth the ten to hear her squawk.'
But who'd have thought it? IL
this tumbled old house. way on
here"
"Huh. lot of motoring out thi'
way. She's rented that house ant
chucked it full of stuff to sell. Whoi,
place, sign and all, is a plant. Die
you see that bunch of bills from an
tique dealers? Bet she does a roar
ing business"
Never mind, Kitten. I'll stake yol
to the ten. Worth that to call he
bluff. Hs, ha. wasn't she peevet
when she found the jig was up? Sh'
saw you were an easy mark like mos
of the boobs who're dippy on an
tiques-but she wasn't eountin' OF
ME-"
Copyright. 1923. by Mabel Herbert Harper