St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1881-04-30

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An agsravating old Dutch woman
bought soma red flannel, after beat
ing down. In an hour, a mntron
who was followed By MANY clil-
dren came in to inquire WHY he gave
her little Sammy a bad cent in
change the other day.
1t was but dull life, after all,
thought Abijah. The glorious
vision that had flashed on him but
once might never return again, and
all these horrid people wouid-or
Others like them and at that mo-
ment he saw some one peeping in
at the window, and started and rusL-
ed toward it.
1t was a golden blonde, and she
entered ut the door. She wore Il
! " onderfui dress; Abijah could not
in the least understand how she got
into it, it was such a fit; and had
kid gloves with six buttons, and Il
parasol, all fringes. She sided up
TO the counter AMI gave him Il melt
ing glance, and asked him to show
her blue satin ribbon.
With trembling hands Abiiah
produced it from the case, and there
was little Irritation over ii, and
she bought piece. Then she look
ed at black net, and then at dress
goods-and bit by bit she made n
score of purchases, each one a de-
light to Abijah, for she lifted her
eyes to his and he even touched her
fingers once or twice.
Such Irritation Abiiah had never
had before. He talked great deal
too. He told her where he came
from, and who his father was, and
that he wrote poetry. Aud she
said that she loved poetry and would
like to read some of his; and then
she told him that she was the only
daughter and heiress of enc of the
richest men in New York.
It was actually SO. An heiress
had fallen in love with him-an
heiress and a beauty.
Il would like to hear some Of your
verses very much" repeated she.
"but how could it be done? You,
OF course, you never take things
home ?"
1T isn't my department. There's
boy" said Abijah; "but 1 shall
consider it privilege to fetch home
your goods.
Then I'll be home this evening"
said the young lady. Bring the
things to No. street be-
fore eight. and I'll pay for them
then; that will give me an excuse
for asking yoa into the parlor;" and
she glided away with a smile.
"Just sold 10. of goods, uncle, I"
said Abijah. as Uncle Bunkle re-
entered the shop; Fifty dollars
worth.
"Come, now, that's doing well, !"
said Uncle Bnnkle. "And they're
to 60 home this evening c. 0. D., .
said Abiiah, land as Peter has a
long way to go home, and there's
nothing else to deliver, I'll take
them under my arm myself for a
little exercise"
"Abiiah." said Uncle Buncle. ap-
proviEgly. you'll make business
man vet. Never be ashamed of the
shop. and never Get Icy. Come 10
tea"
The two went to tneir zeal Il
the back room behind Tue shop,
where Abiiah swallowed his 'ea at
gulp. scalded his throat with it,
caoked himself with his toast and
rushed upstairs to dress himself.
In few minutes more he might
have been seen dressed in the best
he possessed, Juggling an enormous
bundle down the street.
Halo! Ri, cried his friend, the
druggists clerk at the corner.
"Bunky set you to doing errands at
last, eh 2
But Abijah did not mind. He
had all his poems in his vest pocket.
He was soaked in perspiration
when he reached No. street.
But he was happy when the servant
who opened the door told him that
Miss Smith was at home, and add
ed:
eff you are the man from the
store, she said you were to come in,
please"
And as he sat in the little fusty
parlor, smelling Of dust and a past
..boiled dinner" he did not think
that the place was rather shabby for
tho habitalion of zone of the
,lthioot man i'm New York -