Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1928-02-17
By T. T. Flynn


verstein gave him into his pocket and
started to limp toward the door. Silver
stein noticed the damage the bottom OF
the peg was doing to his floor.
Hey" he called, your wooden leg is
running my floor. You should have it
fixed"
Gran'pop looked down in surprise, and
then felt the bottom of his peg.
"Shucks," he said, nov when did that
come Off I'll have to get a new piece Of
leather put on" He added c%heerfully
Guess you can have a couple of floors
fixed out of the profit you'll make on
hat brooch"
He left Silverstein's store and. on his
way home, stopped at the shoe repair
shop of Tony Passello and had a new
washer Of leather attached to the bottom
Of the peg.
He was sitting on the front porch steps
smoking his old pipe when Goldie and
her mother came home He gave Goldie
the hundred and forty-fve dollars and
told with satisfaction how he had run
the price up.
Goldle slipped the bills into her hand
bag.
Thanks" she said casually. Nov
don't go telling it all over town. People
will think we're getting hard up-or I'm
selling Georges presents"
Course not" Gran'pop agreed, nod
ding his head wisely. II won't say a
word"
And he didn't.
The next morning Goldie and her
mother went shopping. They stopped in
front OF Silverstein's window. In one
corner, on a plush cushion, a cameo
nestled. 1t had an old gold setting, Dor
dered with small pearls. he price tag
read 5000.
Mrs. Bird nudged her daughters arm.
"Lookl" she said. there it is"
1T Is, all right" Goldie agreed, land
Silverstein is asking two hundred dollars.
The old robber."
There was a moments pause. Mrs.
Bird said: "Well?"
Goldie smiled slightly.
Come on" she said. Lets get it over
with"
They entered the shop.
Silverstein came forward to meet them,
running his hands together, a smile of
anticipation on his oily face.
Yes he said warmly, what can I do
for you ladies today?"
Goldie looked at him with a cold eve.
Her voice was chill as she snapped, You
can tell me what you mean by Offering
my cameo brooch for salel'
The smile passed from Silverstein's
face. His hands stilled. Then be spread
them out and shrugged.
Your brooch?" he queried. your
brooch?"
Goldie surveyed him haughtily.
MY brooch!" she said coldly. 1.-THE
one in the corner of the window. Are you
hard of hearing?"
Silverstein stepped to the front win
dow, reached in and took up the plush
bed which held the brooch. He came
back to them and held 1t out. you
mean this?" he demanded.
Goldie plucked the brooch from its
soft bed and looked at it closely.
Yes" she declared, and handed 1t to
her mother and asked, this is the brooch
you gave me when / graduated from high
school, amt 1T, Map"
Mrs. Bird looked.
1T u.s." she declared positively. II
couldn't make no mistake about it. See,
there are your initials, G.. b., scratched
in the back. 0 did that yourself
Silverstein plucked the brooch from
Mrs. Birds fingers, and declared: II amt
saying it wasn't yours. lady. All I'm
saying is thai you sent it down here by
your husbands grandfather and / gave a
hundred and forty-hve dollars for it.
then 1t amt yours, any more. It's mine,
Goldie stared at him.
You're crazy" she retorted. II didn't
send anybody anywhere with it. Why
should / want to sell itP"
Silverstein shrugged.
Should / know why you want to sell
it2" he asked. "All l know is I paid out
a hundred and forty-1ve cash dollars for
tan / got to get my money out OF 1t.
II you want to pay me the money back,
I'll let you have the brooch"
I'll pay nothing back" Goldie said
firmly. II haven't seen any money"
Mrs. Bird nodded in support OF her
stand.
Silverstein looked at them, trying to
grasp the situation.
Goldie commanded: Give me the
broochl'
Silverstein shook his head.
Il paid u my good money" he said
doggedly. II got to see 1t back"
Goldies eyes flashed,
If you don't hand that brooch over
right away, I'll have you arrested for re-
ceiving stolen goods" she warned.
Stolen goods?" Silverstein's face grew
red. Stolen goods, lady? When your
W grandfather-in-law comes to me and
tells me that you want to sell it-and ]
give him the cash money? Stolen goods,
you say?"
II don't care II my great aunt's cat
brought 1t In and you gave your stock OF
diamonds. / had nothing to dc with 1t.
Give me the brooch and settle your own
troubles" She put out her hand.
Silverstein clutched the brooch tighter
and shook his head.
Tin going to call Sheriff Heebins
in" he decided.
Suit youself." GoldIe retortad, indif-
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