The Pickens sentinel., December 21, 1916, Image 2

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BUYING A GIFT
FOR HIS WIFE
This Man Had Plenty of Help
While on a Shopping
Tour.
HE male shopper walked
up and down the aisle of
the big store looking
about him with an ex
pression of despair. Ile
knew what he wanted
to buy all right. it
wasn't that. But he kept wandering
about looking at the saleswomen be
hind the counters with all the perplex
ity of a dog trying to recall where
he had buried a soup bone.
Ile stood off to'one side staring in
tent.ly at a busy young creature with
dark bay hair behind the ribbon coun
ter, and] at last walked up within talk
ing distance.
"Don't suppose you can leave here
fort a few minutes, can you?" he be
gan in a low tone."
"W-h-a-t !"
"I say-never mind. I mean wait a
minite I'll be back."
And he rushed away to hide his con
fusion front the other shoppers. He
did not return, but went over to an
other aisle and began sizing up peo
ple there, both in front and behind the
counters.
Was the man bughouse? No. Just
be patient and you'll hear all about it.
lie kept looking and looking, and at
last his gaze took in a tall young wom
an-reasonably young-with a bunch
of small packages tucked under her
arm. ITe walked up to her, hesitated,
and then blurted: "Beg pardon,
niadam, but may I speak to you a mo
ment?"
She gave him it look and started to
hurry away, but he was obliged, hav
"'tf eA a d
Heit rget frash. ines?"o, '
n in te hbi of sekingc tof wom
en"don't know Look, he said, cach
you'll see that I'm well-meaning
e'nough. liut the fact 'is you-ah, you
ahi, you're just the same size as my3
w'ife--apparentiy ! And-"
TPhe w"oman gasped, 'I don't see-'
she began,
"Oh, but I want to ask a favor of
you," w"ent on the male shopper, more
at ease ntow. "I've looked all over the
salesw~omuen and the enly one that
w~ould (10 was busy behind the ribbon
couniter', but you're jlust precisely w~hat
I needl-oh, I beg your pardlon, I mean
you're just exnctly my wife's size and
enn tell me "hat to ask for, You
see, I came here to buy her a shirt
w'aist that she's be-en dropping little
hints about, and now' that I'm here
it's just struck me that I haven't the
remotest idlen about her side. I'm the
dlensest person you ev'er saw abtout
such things--don't even knowv my own
w'a ist measurement, Inm positive,
though, that whatever your size is
wld~ (10 for her, Ydiu may be an
inch taller than "' wife, but that's
about the only tail
"It's a little luct': uttional, isn't
it ?" the wvoman :-ua aot npleas
nnatly. "Still I don': .- :y I shouldn't
tell you that 'tmy is-that my
shir-twaists are u&u *size thirty
six."
They had been 'w Ig down the
aisle andu were niom. r;i by the shirt
Iwaist counter.
', ''a abueogprd'u there,"
r'emar-ked the mtA, " '' seemedl to be
abtout wh'lat I WWu~d -1o get, but I
d (idn't know what t9 't was. See!
IThat'n lying over twe on top of that
- Ipink outfit.
j"Does your ~W~ e that shade of
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Forget your
troubles and
be gay,
..And make
this a Merry
CHRISTMAS
DAY ::
blue?" the woman asked significantly,
after biting her lips for a moment.
'Why-er-well, of course she hasn't
seen it," replied the male shopper. "Do
you suppose she'd like some other color
better?"
"You see," pointed out the kind wom
an In considerate, half-sympathetic
tones, "that particular shade of blue
doesn't go with any other color. Now,
if I were receiving a shirtwaist for
Christmas I should want a white waist.
Of course your wife may have ex
pressed a preference for some other
color. No? Well, now you understand
it's none of my affair-and this is cer
tainly rather informal, me helping you
to. select something for your wife,
whom I don't even know, to say noth
ing of not even knowing your name
but I should think any woman would
be delighted with something like this
one, for instance." And she reached
over to pick up one with .a lot of lace
and mosquito netting on the front of It.
The male person inquired the price.
It was $4 more than the blue one he
had selected, but he said he would
take it, and no questions asked.
"Send it out to number so-and-so
Such-and-such street, and-oh, that
won't do. It might be delivered when
she was at home and that would queer
the whole thing. Better send it to my
office. Thomas J. Wingett is the name,
in the Pretentious building. I'd carry
it, but I've got a lot of stcps to make."
"Wingett," repeated the woman
after hearing his name; "there's a Mrs.
Wingett in our card club. You dlon't
happen to be Mrs. Alice Wingett's hus
ba nd, do you?"
"I sure am," grinnedl the muan. "She's
the girl that's going to get that
shi rtwai1st off the pine trece next Mon
(lay."
"Well, of all things," gasped the
kindly disposed woman. "I dlon't know
Alice Wingett so very well, but I've
met her at the club, and it does seem
funny that I should be helping her hus
band to pick out a Christmas present
for her. My name is Cummins. I dlon't
suppose you know my husband. Ice
travels most of the time."
"Seems to me I've heard Alice speak
of a Mrs. Cummins." says Winget t. "Er
--by the wvay, mebby you'd better not
say anything to Alice when' you see
her about--about how informally wec
were introdluced. She might think it
funny. Like as not she'd think I'd
been walking up and down the aisle
staring at folks."
"I have a notion to tell her what
you just said," gurgled Mrs. Cum
mins. "I guess I won't though. Seems
to me the joke wvould be partly on
mle. Well, I hope Alice likes the shirt
waist."
"If she doesn't she hasn't good
taste," grinned Wingett. "I certainly
am obliged to you. If you can't make
up your mindl what to get your huts
band, let me know, and mebby I can
help you out."
And he bowed gracefully as his new
acquaintance gathered up her pack
ages and tripped on her way.
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GOOD WISHES
By FORTUNE FREE.
OMEONE said that the richest
person was the one who was
fullest of good wishes for others
and who received their good
wishes in return. Wishing others well
did him or her all the good in the
world, and the good wishes in return
were powerful for good. Don't we find
it so ourselves? No one can odO with
out them. They are our dearest pos
sessions.
Montague Williams, the celebrated
British barrister, once related the story
of a rather unlovely old gentleman of
miserly habits and rejoicing in the
nickname amongst the urchins of the
neighborhood of "Old Pickbones." Gen
erosity was not one of his virtues, and
if he wished any human creatures well
he kept it a secret to himself. He wag
a man who seemed impervious to all
good wishes-a solitary old grudger
who cared nothing for the good or the
bad wishes of any human creature.
When he died, however, it turned out
that lie had been by no means as thick
skinned as he seemed. He left a will
in which he bequeathed money to dif
ferent persons, and ten thousand
pounds to some unknown individual
whom he directed his solicitor to dis
cover if possible. That person had
been accustomed to send him yearly
an anonymous post card with just,
"Best wishes at this time to you."
The writer gave no clue as to who
he was. Did the old gentleman tear
the cards up or throw them into the
fire? Not a bit of it. He had carefully
preserved them-tied them up in a
nice packet. "If the writer can be dis
covered," lie ordered in his will, "I
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bequeath him ten thousand pounds
his good will."
I wou)d dearly Ivivp llkce -*
sender of thoe o- e'o i tj
that money, buii Atoz
proved unaval ii.
One cannot 1, ! 1 .
person who wishes ojd.C~ .
wishes are the biggest bond on ea
Isn't it a delightful thing to think thY
others are thinking of us?
The well-wisher is thinking of L
He also puts his good thought for
into words: "I wish you every ga
luck," or something of that kind. I
is like a grasp of a hand pressiq
ours. It blesses both the giver a
the receiver. I don't know which get4i
the most out of it.
There are times when the wer4
breaks out into a mighty shout, as
were, of good wishes. Christmas
is the great season. Never had
more need of them than at this comilrJ
Christmas time. It is an enormous
portunity for the good wisher to mal
his power felt.
It is a curious and beautiful
thing about this Christmas spirit.
that year after year it leads us.
to attempt the all but impos.
sible, in order to give pleasure
to others; while in the end e,.
eryone's joy is the result, not of
what he has received from oth.
' ers, but of what he has done
for them.
Utility.
"Does your wife favor useful gifts
"Too much," replied Mr. Meektot
"Last Christmas she bought me a niet:
new snow shovel.
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ty throat,.with
Dinsshoifainte
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his eyes lumos