Tuesday, August 26, 2008


Mrs. Sommers was one who knew the value of bargains; who could stand for hours making her way inch by inch toward the desired object that was selling below cost. She could elbow her way if need be; she had learned to clutch a piece of goods and hold it and stick to it with persistence and determination till her turn came to be served, no matter when it came.

But that day she was a little faint and tired. She had swallowed a light luncheon - no! when she came to think of it, between getting the children fed and the place righted, and preparing herself for the shopping bout, she had actually forgotten to eat any luncheon at all!

She sat herself upon a revolving stool before a counter that was comparatively deserted, trying to gather strength and courage to charge through an eager multitude that was besieging breastworks of shirting and figured lawn. An all-gone limp feeling had come over her and she rested her hand aimlessly upon the counter. She wore no gloves. By degrees she grew aware that her hand had encountered something very soothing, very pleasant to touch. She looked down to see that her hand lay upon a pile of silk stockings. A placard near by announced that they had been reduced in price from two dollars and fifty cents to one dollar and ninety-eight cents; and a young girl who stood behind the counter asked her if she wished to examine their line of silk hosiery. She smiled, just as if she had been asked to inspect a tiara of diamonds with the ultimate view of purchasing it. But she went on feeling the soft, sheeny luxurious things - with both hands now, holding them up to see them glisten, and to feel them glide serpent-like through her fingers.

Two hectic blotches came suddenly into her pale cheeks. She looked up at the girl.

"Do you think there are any eights-and-a-half among these?"



Nola @ AlamoNorth said...

Thanks, I'll be back tomorrow for Part 3.

CurtissAnn said...

I found Kate Chopin's stories in granddaddy's Library of Southern Literature! The paper marking the story was still there. My favorite, so very telling-- "Desiree's Baby". Have you read it? Aren't her stories amazingly timeless, could happen even today, a hundred years later. Fascinating.

Dawn said...

I can see this hungry, tired, lady doing this, what a cute story.

One Woman's Journey said...

Eve I am so pleased you commented on my blog and I found you. God is Good.
We may be around the same age.
I will be checking in often.
Have to go and pick up my youngest granddaughter.
Blessings to you this day!!

Renie Burghardt said...

I read part 1, and now part 2, and am looking forward to part 3. I am enjoying the story immensely, Eve.

Have a great day.


Eve said...

Curtiss ann, I haven't read "Desiree's Baby". but I would like to when I finish "House of Mirth" by Edith Wharton.