Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1883-05-03
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"But he's rich," said Mrs Biggs.
well, then, let's ask him TO supper.
and leave him and Edelgitha alone to-
gether aGterward?" suggested Mr..
Biggs. THAT is, if she likes him"
"Biggs, don't be goose" said the
lady, irritably. "You haven't soul
above one of your own nour-barrcls
no, nor you won't never have"
So Mr.. Biggs retired, and gave his
whole attention to the checking of of
load of st. Louis flour, which was
being delivered at the alley-door.
Mary Biggs had come up into the
store to whisper one of her uncle's
messages to the stylish young woman
behind the counter, when a servant
girl hurried in and emptied about a
peck of little flat, brown cakes on the
glass top of the showcase.
"Mr. Lilburnc's compliments, miss"
said she; "and they're trash"
What said the shopwoman.
"Mr Lilburne's compliments; and
they're trash" repeated the maid. "IIc
said they wasn't ginger-snaps at all;
they was only lard and molasses. lie
wanted the kind his mother used TO
bake, of Saturday mornings The very
first one he tasted he threw on the
floor"
Well" remarked the shopwoman
tossing her head, 'if our gingcr-snaps
don't suit the gentleman, then it's i'm
possible to suit him. That's all"
Hes been sick, you know" said the
maid-scryant, apologctically. "And
he's just getting better. and his appc-
tite's dreadful uncertain. and Mrs.
Pugsley my missus She thought she
was sure to tempt him with these ere
Ginger-snaps" said he. Just what I've
been a-longin' for Ny mother used
to bake 'cm for me, when was a child
Yes, Mrs Pugslcy,' said he, YOU may
order 'em for me But" with a mild
sigh, 'mi,sus might ha' known they
wouldn't suit. Nothin' suits when a
gcn'lcman's just of a sick bed
"Is it Mr.. Lilburuc:" said Mary.
"Oh, remember him. He came here
once, and went to sleep while Edelgitha
was singing oh, Summer Night" |
liked him. He talked to me about
the country. He knew all about
calves and chickens, and cranberry
swamps and robins-n,sts. Does hc
like gingcr-snaps; I'll make some for
him. know an olI-fashIoncd receipt
that is always good Come here to-
morrow. my good girl" to the maid,
"and III have some ready for YOU
Poor Mr.. Lilhurne I'm sorry he's
sickr'
The smart shopwoman stared rs
superciIiously rs List or Chopin might
have done if village hug.cr had vol
untccrcd to them the first principles OF
music
\ country-girl, like that. expect to
compete with "Bigg-'s Celebrated Bak-
cry" Well. really, the shopwoman
did't know what the world was com
ing to.
But little Polly hurried down stairs
again to where Mr.. BiggS all powdered
with Hour, was laying down the Law
to some Of his satellites.
Ginger, my dear" said hc. And
flour; What YOU likc-what you like,
As was telling you, Johnson, barrel
Of prime flour has 10 be humorrd.
You can't drse It. Flour is -four.
and must be handled accordingly"
Mr. Leonidas Lilburnc stalking I'M
easily about his sick-room. and anathc-
matizins the sluggish current Of the
hours, was secretly making mp his
mind TO get married.
after a man has once been sick in
clearinghouse" he said to himself.
hes a fool il he don't look around for
home Of his own. am forty next