Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1890-11-15
THE CORNER STORE.
A Lesson Learned by Several
Prominent People Of Dykeville.

$50 the corner store is let" 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 n many to look at
it, but not one has come 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 false curls and
looked indescribably knowing.
II don't say Yes" said she, land
don't say 'Nor But there's the facts.
You can judge for yourselves"
"Well, anyhow" said Miss Murgat-
royd, 'it's o comfort to see tho place
awake and alive again, after the wooden
shutters and the To Let staring you in
the face for wcll-nigh year And it's
TO be doctor, tool"
THAT makes fou. in the village al
ready" said Mrs. Deane, sourly. 81
wonder If they expect to make their
living off us poor sufferers"
II wonder if hos married man,"
said Miss Melinda adjusting the blue
ribbon bow which sho wore at hor
withered throat, sort of Tutoring sig
nal that her maiden affections were still
disengaged.
"Humph!' 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, 'he
will be a decided acquisition to our So
.ciety."
Did understand that his name is
Doctor Wigg?" simpered Mrs. Walker,
who was rather deaf.
"-Ms!" sharply corrected Mrs. Hun
ter. "Ea-s"
troyd. What very peculiar name!
He must be of German parentage,
or -
"Who said any thing about DR.. Insr"
shrieked old Mrs. Hunter, fairly losing
her patience. II think you're all gone
crazy together! 'Wigginsp That's the
name! Neither 'Wigg' nor ms but
both together!"
"a partnership" inquired Mrs. Walk
er. with her head on one side like
sickly linnet. And just then tho tea
and hot biscuit came in and the Dyke
vile Sewing Society broke up its work.
ing session, and became transformed
into banqueting assembly.
Rut that tho corpar ctoro ,yoc Lot
there was no kind of doubt. There was
a buzz of expectation on the subject, q
thrill of agreeable anticipation. Mr.
Jones had heard that DR.. Wiggins was
a married man wi tn a large family of
grown sons and daughters Squire Cos
hawk had it, on no less sincontrovcrtible
foundations, that he was young stu
dent, just graduated, on the lookout
for wife. 1t was supposed that he
would occupy, as an office, tho lower
room, in which the lamented Trestles
had hanged himself, and furnish tho
upper apartments either as bachelor
sanctum, or as family rooms, according
to his needs This seemed rather q
peculiar location in which to select
homo, but then, as Miss Melinda Mar
gatroyd observed, peoples tastes diff
fered. And because old Trestles didn't
choose to live there, it was no reason
that any one else should share his pref
udices. And as days cropt on, and tho
house was neatly painted outside and
In, the missing panes Of glass replaced,
and new furnace put into the base
menu, the tide of popular curiosity rose
higher and higher.
And Mt last the little tin sign:
DR. WIGGINs