Mineral Point Tribune

An Old Story Revamped.

She was a very dark skinned lady, and, for all the world knows to the contrary, the blood of a thousand African Princes might have coursed its way through her veins. She walked gracefully into a city dry goods store and asked for flesh colored stockings. The young man bowed, smiled, and went to work looking over his stock in trade. Finally he brought forth the box, took the top off, and displayed a lot of stockings as black as the hinges of midnight, which he warranted to be all wool. The colored lady looked at him, and, with the fires of liberty beating out of both eyes, she exclaimed: "Look here, young man, what do you mean?" The clerk responded, "Business madam!" "Do you call them flesh colored stockings?" asked the female customer. "Well they may be a shade or two off color, but, ah-but, ah--I should judge from your complexion that they are about the thing," said the clerk. "Look here, young man. I want you to understand dat when I uvs flesh colored stockings I buys 'em like a white lady: and I want you to understand, fudder, sir, dat you am not de judge of dis case. Put dem things back, and give me some stockings according to de white folks' grade." It was not long before she left the store satisfied.-Charlotte (Va.) Observer.