Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1898-12-29

Sltht sh"i l.
The thin, wizcncG little face across the
counter took on an anxious look.
Mother. She couldn't seud the
money She says il you'll please TO
charge"
charge! charge. I'm sick o that
tune, you can tell your ma. You can
skipper right home aud tell her now
When she wants lemons calc'Iate She :
got to pay for en- same as other folks
does"
Little Joi McKie's clumsy shoes
shuflied half way To the door, then
shuflied resoluIely back to the counter
again.
They're for Love. you know" he
said. courageously. An Loves sick.
She's hurt in her back. an she says the
MATER don't taste good. She's set on
having some lemonade An mother
says il you'll trust her. Mister Tap
pan"
"Ain't ] trusted her since way back
most 10 food time, Id like TO know ?
Amt her page in my ledger chock full
{ trustings this minute? When shes
settled that page up. mebbe III begin
ever again trusting I-Tr-mcbbe IS
But not till; so you needn't stand there
waiting for lemons Nights well on
tight along home. sonny"
HEADED with JOi. essvs.. .s., lace
ptt'e fingers tuggsd at hi. Icar.
strings. Poor Low, and The 49,
didn't taste good. 4 ,L.re v,. ;'',
squeeze CT lemon jrffee-f~-;si-.A:a,,s,,.,,. -. :.
carnage, Jot-one more trial! f5f
Love. you know-for Love,
"rl' r chores TO pay for EN-, an
N2e rerdr't only let me have a.. o.. Mis-
ter -. The va ,asiCs psG an
( Loves ST - in ,.r-s-..c A. 'a.. on
IA carry tight hon, az hurry u.ck
an 10 chores. I'll come qu,S 8 as"
AS your ma pays her bils-jis; about
rs quick as that" laughed Abel Tappan,
roughly. IL don't knows I'm suffering
Ter chores this lime o. night. guess
Dove. or Love. or whatever her name
IS II have to drink wafer spell longer
Your ma can put some vinegar in 10
Even il up, with a spriukIiug o sugar.
| useter drink that with a relish when
Was little shaver. You've got TO pay
fer lemons il you want 'em out O. this
store. I've trusted you and trusted you
ill I'm sick Of it,"
Little Jot drew up his siuntel figure
in injured dignity. The very freckles
en- his face radiaicd scorn
Keep your old lemons," he cried. his
voice quavering unsteaGily. I'VE don't
want EN-. 20, poor little thirsty Lowell
! guess We Amt beggar>! guess We
mean 10 pay our bills Mother'd got
the money most all saved up but Love
got worse an she had TO have the doc
ter an lots OF medicines"
He took long. manly strides toward
the door. his indignant voice trailing
rfter him. Mrs. Drusil!a Wyncoop, Just
Offering. ran into him, and her ample
figure and the tapping folds of her
shawl qlite eRgulfed the little scurry-
ing shape.
Land Of liberty!" she cried, cheer
i.y, who's this running over IN, just's
if didn't amount to anything! o. you
lothian? Well. guess III have to get
my life insured! Good evening, Abel.
! thought maybe you wouldn't mind if
] dropped in TO settle up my account.
Tc-morrow's New Year. aud | couldn't
sleep wink tonight, up to my ears in
debt"
Abel Tappan beamed at her over the
counter. lie hunted up chair for her
sud put ii near the stove.
Il guess wouldn't be more than up
10 your elbows. Mis- Wyncoop," he
laughed. jovially. Not deep enough
TO keep you awake. But knew you'd
lie in tonight, just as wells | knew ]
should eat my supper. ] told Becky.
says: Mis- Wyncoop'll be in 10 pay
her bill tonight, you see if she amt,
Becky says l-set down here by the
fire, do-and here you are! Well, ali
IL, ] wish there were more like you in
the world Those shiftless McKies,
now-that little scamp of a Jot's been
in trying TO get trusted again, but I've
struck guess it's about time, too"
He got down as b g book from the
high corner desk and spread il open on
the counter, turning the pages labori-
ously. Abel Tappan was his own book
keeper and had his own peculiar fash
ion of keeping" the great, leather
covered book-a fashion that would
have first puzzled, then fioored the dap
rer. precise graduate of a commercial
college. But il sufiiced for Abel Tap
pan very well.
"Forty-two. forty-three, for,y-four,
forty-five - Wyncoop; that's your
page" he said. And jeclare If Page
&c amt the McKie page. right across
from yours. 10 forgot that. Twenty
nine-twenty-nine dollars and eighty
three cents. There you are. Mis- Wyn-
coop! You better reckon il up yourself
and make sure it's all right. We're all
BIS liable tc mistakes as the sparks that
6y upward"
He tilted up and down on his toes
.rildly in,redulous Of any possible er.
or in his reckoning. while Drusilla
Wyncoop went over the columns from