Thomas County cat. [volume] (Colby, Kan.) 1885-1891, 1889-08-01
PEpUNcLE'S WOOING.
A Commercial Tourists Broken Heart n
His Quick Recovery.

with long hShlng-pole over MS snoui-
der sneaked down toward the mill
dam, and the frisky bee buzzed noisily
among the clover blossoms like an as
sistant librarian at a Sunday-school
picnic. the June sun, on one of those
rare occasions when he forgot himself
and condescended to shine. lit up the
interior of the store of MAKEUP &
Comedown, dealers in dry goods, boots
and shoes, hats and caps. notions. gro
ceries, drugs, medicines. queensware,
paints, oils, wallpaper and window
blinds In one corner of the room was
the village post-office, occupying a
space six feet square. and behind a
curtain partition in the rear was a
milliner's shop.
1t was the witching hour of noon.
Spoonville was at dinner A pleasant
odor of fried ham, mingled with sug-
gestions of boiled cabbage and the rich
aroma of the seductive onion, pervaded
the dreamy atmosphere.
On the counter of the store OF Mark
up & Comedown were spread the
samples that J. Harry Peduncle, COM
mercial traveller. had just taken from
his iron-bound. baggageman-proof
trunk for the inspection of the young
woman with the blue eyes and golden
hair. who acted as head clerk, chief
.nilliner and assistant postmaster.
Il came at this time of day, Miss
Winnie" said the young man. leaning
confdentially over the counter, "be-
cause l was sure of finding you alone
There's no hurry about making any
selections from this line of goods. Mr..
MAKEUP doesn't come back from his
dhper till half-past twelve, and old
Comedown always takes a nap at
noon. I've got both of them down
fine, you see. haven't been coming
to Spoonville for the last three years
for nothing. And now tell me, you
dear girl. how you've BEEN
"Ary letters yere fur the Marbleys
ur the Gorums?"
The fair young assistant postmaster
shook her head.
''Ur the Millses?"
mo"
'.Nur the Jacobys, nut the Butlers?'
mo. Wait moment Are you
going home past the Beerces9"
Vas"
well. here's letter for Mr.. Kelso,
that's visiting them"
IF that boy has gone. Winnie" said
the drummer a moment later, Il want
to tell you something. I've got tired
of this thing" of having just twelve
half-days OF happiness in the year.
The route 1 have to GO over brings
ne here only once in thirty days,
and | can't shorten it to save my
life. l am going to quit the road.
have saved up something and | in.
tend to 60 into business for myself.
Then l shall build little home in the
suburbs Of ="
I'D like to git about i've cents wuth
of plug tobacker," piped a lank. bill
ious-looking customer who had just
dropped in. Miss Winnie waited on
him and he went out again.
And you know. Winnie" resumed
young Peduncle, whom l am 60
ing to asl. to share that home with
me -"
Got any eggs?" called out a shrill
voice as little girl with faded
sun-bonnet, who had slipped into the
store unobserved, stepped up to the
counter
I'VE have"
..Fresh?"
Yes"
Don't want them If they ain't
fresh. Gimme a dozen"
The drummer waited pa iently few
minutes longer
Has she gone?' he asked.
Yes"
Then I must speak quickly, fol
time is flying. 1t will break my heart,
Winnie, If have to go away from
Spoonville again without the promise
Iwapt from the dearest girl in the
world. Darling. will you be my wi
Mr.. Peduncle." quickly exclaimed
the young girl, in confusion. Il ough
not TO have permitted you to 60 on il
this way. but / did not dream yo,
were speaking of me. Why, have
promised to marry Mr.. Spatula"
The young chap that travels fol
Drugmiller L. Co. ?"
The gentleman that travels To-
Drugmiller & Co. sirr'
The drummer buried his face in hi.
hands and leaned for a few moment
motionless against the counter. Their
he wiped his brow with a lavender
tinted silk handkerchief, took hi
order-book from his pocket, and asked
briskly:
Miss Wagstaff. to begin with. shall
/ put you down for a dozen bottles o
this prepared glue" Trib
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