A CHARMING WIDOW.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume VII, Issue 2094, 14 September 1885, Page 2

A CHARMING WIDOW.

She was pretty and sweet, so much so that the several clerks neatly-broke their necks in struggling to see who would be the one to wait on her, but she ignored them all, and, ytting down on a stool, drew lroin her pocket a handkerchief whioh oho held in I'CadlllOßS Tdr au-appli-cation to her eyes, and sent for the manager. He Boon came up to the lady, who, with the handkorchief to one eye, flashed the other brilliant orb at him, and told her story thusiy

" Mrs B—, Charley, my husband, is dead, (sob) and I have no suitable (sniffle). Here the other eye was hid behind the handkerchief, while a kind of cold chill shudder passed over hor. " But my dear madame, I dont know you. It would be rather departinct from our rules to comply with your request," replied Mr B—, politely. How much of a bill did you wißh to buy ?" "I want (sob) everything as nice (sniffle) as 1 can get (sob) about (another sniffle) 200dol, I (sob) guess." "I am sorry, but as you are a stranger to me I shall havo to decline unless you can furnish security, or come recommended by some one known to us." "Do you (sob) know Mr (two sobs) Mi' Richfellow J" (two sniffles). " Yes, madame, I know him, Do you think he would guarantee the payment of the bill?"

"I don't want (sob) want you to ask him (sniffle), because I am going (two sniffles) to marry him (sob) when my (sob) mourning has expired," (Sob).

" Well, in a case of that kind we will trust you. We can present the bill to him after your marriage." "Oh, thank you (brightening up), thank you, indeed—that will be all right. Now 1 want a box of black gloves, number six and a half, fourteen yards of cashmere, thifty yards of crape cloth, twelve yards of veiling, two boxes of black, silk hoso, number eight, and the necessary trimmings. Please fixit up nice. Don't you think I look nice in mourning ?"

Mr B— looked into her eyes, his heart began to jump, ..and thinking discretion the better part of valor, he assured her that her order would be filled, and the lady departed smiling. Mr B—, after the flash of the pretty widow's eyes, would have filled a thousand dollar order, and paid it out of his own pocket. He is bald-headed.