The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1898-12-30

11'1 "l hSs i'' T FAN
spoke sha.r p y
Tie thin, wizcned little face across the
counter took on an anxious look.
Mother. she couldn't send the
money. She says If you'll please TO
charge"
charge charge. I'm sick o. that
tune VOC can tell your ma. You can
skipper right home and tell her now.
When She wants lemons calc'laie she's
got to pay for EN- same as other folks
does"
Little DOT McKie's clumsy shoes
shufitd half way to the door, then
shuiied resolutely back TO the counter
again.
They're for Love, you know" he
said, courage ously. An Loves sick.
she's hurt in her back. an she says the
water don't taste good She's set on
having some lemonade. An mother
says II you'll trust her, Mister Tap
pan"
Amt trusted her since way back
most 70 flood time. I'd like TO know?
Amt her page in my ledger chock full
& irustngs this minute? When shes
settled that page up. mebbe III begin
c'er again a trusting mebbe so.
bu' noi ii.l; SO you needn't stand there
waiting for lemons. Nights well go
FsAi Along home. sonny"
Bui Loves pinched. white little face
feaded with Jot. and Loves restless
A'ie fingers tagged at his heart
strings Poor Lovel and the water
cent taste good. If there was just
squeeze Of lemon juice in it. Pluck up
courage, Jot-one more trial. For
Love. you know-for Loyel
lll Do chores to pay for EN-. an
you needn't only let me have one. Mis-
.er lappan. The water tastes bad. an
Loves set on having squeeze Of lemon.
1 Y carry it right home an hurry back
81 90 chores. III come quick as-as-"
Your ma pays her bills-jist about
os quick as that" laughed Abel Tappan.
roughly II don't knows I'm suffering
.pr chores this time o. night. | guess
Dove, or Love, or whatever her name
- y have to drink water a spell longer.
-FOUR ma can put some vinegar in TO
AFen Il up, with a sprinkling o. sugar.
useter drink that with a relish when
was little shaver. You've got TO pay
Tor lemons IL you want 'em out o. this
store I've trusted you and trusted you
vi I'm sick Of it,"
Little DOT drew up his stunted figure
10 injured dignity. The very freckles
on his face r0diated scorn.
Keep your old lemons!" he cried. his
voice quavering unsteadily. 1--WE don't
want EN-. 60. poor little thirsty LoveD
guess we amt beggars i guess we
mean to pay our bills. Mother'd got
me money most all saved up but Love
got worse an she had to have the doc
'or an lots of medicines"
He took long. manly strides toward
the door. his indignant voice trailing
alter him. Mrs. Drusilla Wyncoop. Just
Entering. ran into him, and her ample
hgure and the tapping folds of her
shawl quite engulfed the little scurry-
ng shape.
Land Of liberty!" she cried, cheer
i.y, who's this running over me just's
! didn't amount TO anything! 0, you,
'otham? Well. guess I'll have TO get
.Iy life insured! Good evening. Abel.
thought maybe you wouldn't mind II
! cropped in to settle up my account.
Ao-morrow's New Year and couldn't
yep wink tonight. up to my ears in
debt"
Abel Tappan beamed a, her over the
eoun'er- lie hunted up a chair for her
'nl put u near the stove.
guess 'twouldn't be more than up
~ Your elbows. Mis- Wyncoop." he
~ ghed. jovially. Not deep enough
NJ keep you awake. But | knew you'd
- IN to-r.ght Just as wells I knew
snould eat my supper. told Becky.
: SAYS ME- Wvncoop1l be In to pay