The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1890-11-28
THE CORNER STORE.
A Lesson Learned by Several
Prominent People of Dykeville.


$50 the corner store i. lett" said Mrs.
Deane.
And high time" chimed in Miss Me-
linda Murgatroyd, ''since it has stood
empty ten months, come Christmas!"
'Ah, no WONDER" said old Mrs Hun
ter. There's been a many to look at
it, but not one has como the second
time, after they heard of how old Tres
tie hung himself in the middle of the
front room. at midnight"
You don't suppose its-haunted'"
said Mrs. Deane.
Mrs. Hunter shook her falso curls and
looked indescribably knowing.
II dent say Yes" said she, 'and I
don't say 'Nor But there's tho facts
You can judge for yourselves"
''Well, anyhow" said Miss Nurgat-
royd, Its a comfort to SEQ tho place
awake and alive again, after tho wooden
shutters and tho To Let staring you in
the face for well-nigh year! And it's
TO be a doctor, too!'
That MAKES fou- IN tho village al
ready" said Mrs. Deane. sourly. II
wonder il they expect to mako their
living oR US poor sufferers!"
Il wonder if he's n married man."
said Miss Melinda, adjusting tho blue
ribbon bow which she wore at hor
withered throat, sort of futtering sig
nal that her maiden affections were still
disengaged.
"Humphr' said old Mrs. Hunter, who
had three single daughters. I'VE shall
all find out in time, If we wait long
enough"
'If he's young and agreeable" said
the widow Percival, who had not hith-
erto mingled in the conversation, 'hc
will be n decided acquisition TO our So
ciety."
Did / understand that his name is
Doctor Wirg?" simpered Mrs Walker,
who was rather deaf
las" sharply corrected Mrs. Hun
ter. "Hn-s"'
Doctor InsT' giggled Miss Murga-
troyd. What a very peculiar name!
He must be of German parentage,
Or
who said any thing about DIR. Insr"
shriekcd old Mrs. Hunter, fairly losing
her patience. II think you're all gone
crazy together! 'WIgginsr That's the
name! Neither 'Wigg' nor ms but
both togetherl'
"A partnership" inquired Mrs Walk
er, with her head on one side like a
llHntL hHu JuSL bhcu buc I'a
and hot biscuit came in, and the Dyke
vile Sewing Society broke up its work
ing session, and became transformed
into a banqueting assembly.
But that the corncr store was let
there was no kind OF doubt There was
n buzz Of expectation on the subject
thrill of agreeable anticipation Mr..
Jones had heard that DR.. Wiggins was
married man with a large family of
grown sons and daughters. Squire Cos
hawk had it, on no less incontrovertible
foundations, that he was young stu
dent just graduated, on the lookout
for a wife. II was supposed that he
would occupy, as an office, the lower
room, in which the lamented Trestles
had hanged himself, and furnish the
upper apartments either as bachelor
sanctum, or as family rooms, according
to his needs. This seemed rather
peculiar location in which TO select a
home, but then, as Miss Melinda Mar
gatroyd observed, peoples tastes diff
fered. And because old Trestles didn't
choose to live there, 1t was no reason
that any one else should share his pref
udices- And as days crept on, and the
house was neatly painted outside and
in, tho missing panes of glass replaced,
and a new furnace put into tho base
menJ, the tide of popular curiosity rose
higher and higher.
And at last the little tin sign: