Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1882-07-20

winning bread IN the eager town:
She to her lesson and her play,
After she throws her kisses down.
TRADE WAR IN An EASTERN VII
A man OF some length, small girth,
over-hanging shoulder, and prepOster-
Gus boots stood yesterday with his
hands thrust into bis pockets and his
ha. tipped over his eyes gazing at a re-
porte. who had been dropped at West
Chester station. The train went on.
The man still gazed as the reporter
asked: where's the villageY'
He coughed in an Introductory sort I
way and said: Here. Who do you
want to find!"
In the distance was house or 90, but
not a human being.
Il am anxious to see Mr. Lane and
Dir. Gallagher" said the reporter.
II wouldn't, if was you," said he,
suddenly opening his eyes, pursing up
his lips, ana shaking his head. Least
wise, wouldn't care to see 'em tOgeth-
or. For why? For this: They hate each
other like missionaries. an this here
town just lays awake nights waiting fur
them 10 get onto each ether. The town
knows the men. They know each other,
too. 1t was that Land League delega
ton that started il. They're both we'll
known citizens. When the Land League
started here with six members (the
number has since increased), it was nip
aud tuck for the man who should be
delegate. Now Gallagher gets the dead
wood on Lane. because of his name, but
three of the members of the League had
their accounts with Lane, who has been
in the grocery business these nine years.
Well, the upshot of the matter was
that Lane was delegate. Gallagher i'm
mediately began to make remarks about
Lane ia public. That things all well
enough, you know, but it wears on you.
F'rinstance, when Lane would be walk
in along quietly to church on Sunday
morning, and the sun was shining
brightly, Gallagher would sling up his
winder, put out his head, and loudly
sing out:
Look at the red-nosed bird! Is it
alive? It's the biggest villain in the
State"
.'rhis used to sort of annoy Lane.and
he'd walk up under the winder and re-
mark:
''CoIne down ont Of that, you terrier,
an I'll sit on your head"'
The people didn't care much for
church those mornings, and 30 they'd
gather round. Well, you see Gallagher
got sort o. Interested in the matter
that he didn't treat his customers POI
lite. You see he has owned the only
shoe store in town for eleven years, and
he has certain we'll defined ideas. Erin
stance, you might go to his place with a
hole in your shoe, and offer him twenty
dollars to mend it, but if the shoes had
not been sold to you by him, you'd have
to 90 to the next town. As, also, when
you go there to buy pair Of shoes, he
knows what you want. You may think
lie does, and you take the shoes he
knows you want or you go barefoot.
Nov, them boots I've got on" he said,
looking at them with the air of a man
with "a crushed spirit, ARE too big for
me, don't yod think SOP"
"Well, yes, about four sizes, perhaps"
II know 1t. l wear two pair Of socks,
an then have to keep my presence of
mind or Ill walk out of them. Well, in
view of these facts, Lane made resolve,
and the next day MacPherson and an
other carpenter was putin up an OK
tension to Lanes grocery store. Lane
used et0 smile on Gallagher then, as
he sat on his fence and watched the
work. All of a sudden Gallagher grew
sad. a week ago Saturday Longs ex-
tension was opened with double win
dows, oil lights, blue curtains, gilt Aigns,
and full assortment OF boots an shoes,
guaranteed to be better than Gallagher d
aud at half the price. Well, Gallagher
Is in state of mind. His remarks are
personal, and he sort Of hovers around
the door of his shop with his eyes on
Lanes, and, accordin' to my notion is
waitin' for an opportunity"
Tue reporter walked some distance
down the muddy street, and came 70 the
heart of the village, which CONSISTED Of
Mr.. Lanes store on one side, and Mr..
Gallagher's ON the other, with slight
sprinklin; ofdwellings and shops. A
casual observer would decide that q
dozen pairs of shoes would supply the
village for q year were It not for the
two large shoe stores. On a tree was .
glaring poster, which set forth in big
black letters that Mr.. Gallagher was
was selling at less than cost; that his
goods differed from another party i
goods because they were all paid for
(which was in letters three inches long,
and that the public was cautioned
against buying elsewhere in West Ches-
ter. The door was opened by Mr.. Gal
lagher himself, who Is very upright In
carriage. and has brisslin9 moustache
that KING Humbsrt might envy.
DO you know Mr.. Lane!"
"Do l.' Mr.. Gallagher described Mr..
Lane rapidly.
He sells sh0es!'
sHe sells shoes that Amt paid fur.
He can't get decent shoes anyhow. He
went TO New York whom he first began
to tx up that chrome Of place ovel
there with money in bis pocket TO boy
shoes with. but not q decent shoe dealer
in the city would sell him = dollars
worth. He sell shoes! Why. he don''
know a boot from a slipper
Mr.. Gallagher stride back into hii
shop, and the reporter walked across
the deserted street TO the new shop. II
hvd a full stock Of boots and shoes and
crop OF striking signs. Mr.. Lane
seemed TO be . happy ulan. He had :
rudy face, loud voice, and . ofial
manner.
"Gallaeher..' said he, with . grin; =
wonder how Gallaghef feels. Not that
have anything against him, you know
except that he's a-exceps, thAt ~, @
course I've nothing against him. HI
has been running the feet OF this tovf
long enough. nv customers keep con
planning Of Gallagher's treatment an<
20 set up shop and sell my goods .
an advance Of twenty par can't on wnote