The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-06-17
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He Tries His Hand at Buying xAsu, sus
Akasf

ing"
"Any particular kind, Bi1igery in
quired Mrs. McSwat
Il want good apples of. course. Al
most any kind viii do except the Ben
| Davis. The Ben Davis apple" he said,
with the emphasis Of man who felt
deeply on the subject, SIS utterly worth
less 1t looks nice enough, but It ID
wooden, tough and tasteleSs. Iwouldn't
give respectable crabapple for whole
orchard of Ben Davises.-
I'm be careful" promised Mrs. No
Swat, and her husband went away.
When he returned in the afternoon she
reported that she had found some very
nice apples at the grocer's
"What kind are they" he asked.
'The grocer didn't know, but he said
| they were the best IN the market"
''Did you ask him if they We're Ben
| Davises?'
"Why, no. couldn't think Of tina
name. But was particular TO ask him
if they were good
Let me see them
The apples were produced.
"Just as / expected, Lobelia,- he said,
as soon as he saw them. There arr
more Ben Davises in the market now
than any other kind. and they've worked
lot of EN- off on you. Hew many havs
you got herey'
"Only half bushel."
''Only half bushel! Sink your teeth
in that one, madam"
/ at doesn't seem very good. that's a
/ fact admitted Mrs. McSwat after tast
ing it.
They'll have to go back. That's all
| there is about it."
81 can't send them back, Billiger. I
/ didn't take them on trial"
Then empty them in the alley
81 shall not do that either. They viii
cook all right"
Then keep them by themselves lam
/ going to the market myself, Mrs. Nc
Swat, and I'll see if anybody puts a lot
of cork apples off on me- by jocks!'
/ a few minutes later Mr.. McSwat, with
basket or his arm, entered grocery
store few blocks away.
Have you any good apples2' he in
quired.
I'VE have. sir" promptly answered
the grocer.
What kind are they?
missouri redstreaks."
Where are tbey!"
ain this barrel"
"They look like the Ben Davis"
al bought them for Missouri red
streaks. They are all selected apples
There isn't bad one in the lot"
'Fd like TO taste ONE
"We don't allow that. Apples are
apples now. They're worth about five
cents apiece"
"Give me half peck"
'Thatu be fifty cents"
"An right"
| The apples were put in paper sack,
deposited IN the basket, paid for and Mr.
McSwat went home.
In the privacy of his own home Mr..
McSwat proceeded shortly afterward To
open the sack of apples.
Don't get them mixed, Lobelia," he
said magisteriafy. ''These are Missouri
redstreaks.
81 can't see any difference, Billiger.
They both look hike Ben Davis apples"
That's all you know about apples"
he retorted. Cast your eye on this one.
Ever see a nicer specimen
He took a bite of it, threw the apple
under the table and tried another.
eff these are Missouri redstreals, hs
said, as the second one followed the first
and struck the floor somewhat harder,
AZ don't want any more Of them"
"Billiger," announced Mrs. McSwat,
who had been making some investiga-
tions on her own account, "there isn't
particle of difference between these and
the apples 1 got this morning. Were
you careful TO ask the grocer whether
they were Ben
"You think you're smart, don't you?"
"You don't let any grocer work of q
lot Of cork apples on you, by jocksY-
81 reckon they'll cook. won't theyr ne
retorted, ''same as the othersE"
YES, but they'll have TO be kept sep
arate, you know" rejoined Mrs Nc
Swat sweetly. II don't think they are
quite as good as"-
Mr.. McSwat arose IN his wrath. He
emptied those two sacks Of apples into
the basket, carried the gorgeous fruit
out TO the alley, poured it into the siop
barrel, and made his way by devious
route to q grocery store On another
block
Got any apples2"
YES"
"What kindT
Missouri
Missouri Ia hanged = bawied Ar No
Swat, with blood ia his eye.
Yes, SIR answered tho frightened
clerk
Look here, young mann demanded
Mr.. Mc5wat Have you got any gen
uine Missouri spplss.7'
Yves, sH.'
"Whai d. yoa call thernr
-Sons Of ems pipgtas and sonoe of
ems redstreas1s and some HINT got any
name They're Juzt apples. you kDow.-
" hat do yoa cal your best Mtsso1ui
apraes2 Your very b~~f, rcconsct.-
Our best Missouri zppses, kir, are
called the Bsu Da--
-K1p'smF roaxed Mr.. Ac9gzt
Yes, ar'" promp<lJ seqsnn.ced tbs
boy. with hrs hair on end.
''LoOeiia," sad Air. Ac.5~as une.kty,
s5eut ten Minutes later, as be edzpd
into the kitchen, '-dcat s&y anything
abozt theze-tbe7e spple1- at Ibis time
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