Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1898-12-31

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The thin, wizened 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 I'm sick O. that
tune, you can tell your ma. You can
skipper right home and tell her now.
When she wants lemons calc'late she's
got to pay for 'em same as other folks
does"
Little Jot McKie's clumsy shoes
shuffled half way to the door, then
shuffled resolutely 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
water don't taste good. She's set on
having some lemonade. An mother
says if you'll trust her, Mister Tap
pan"
"Ain't I trusted her since way back
most to flood time, I'd like to know? :?
Amt her page in my ledger chock full
G trustings this minute? When she's
settled that page up, mebbe I'll begin
ever again a trusting her-mebbe So
But not till; so you needn't stand there
waiting for lemons. Nights well go
right along home, sonny"
But Loves pinched, white little face
pleaded with Jot, and Loves restless
little fingers tugged at his heart
strings. Poor Love! and the water
didn't taste good. If there was just
squeeze of lemon juice in it! Pluck up
courage, Jot-one more trial. For
Love, you know-for Love!
"I'll do chores to pay for 'em, an
you needn't only let me have one, Mis-
ter Tappan. The water tastes bad, an
Loves set on having a squeeze of lemon.
I'll carry it right home an hurry back
an do chores. I'll come quick as-as-"
'As your ma pays her bills-jist about
as quick us that" laughed Abel Tappan,
roughly. 81 don't knows I'm suffering
for chores this time O. night. l guess
Dove, or Love, or whatever her name
is, III have to drink water a spell longer.
Your ma can put some vinegar in to
iiven it up, with sprinkling O. sugar
I useter drink that with a relish when
was little shaver. You've got to pay
for lemons if you want 'em out O. this
store. I've trusted you and trusted you
till I'm sick of it,"
Little Jot drew up his stunted figure
in injured dignity. The very freckles
on his face radiated scorn
Keep your old lemons!" he cried, his
voice quavering unsteadily. "We don't
want 'em! 20, poor little thirsty LoveI
] guess we amt beggars! l guess we
mean to pay our bills! Mother'd got
the money most all saved up, but Love
got worse an she had to have the doc
tor an lots of medicines"
He took long, manly strides toward
the door, his indignant voice trailing
after him. Mrs. Drusilla Wyncoop, just
entering, ran into him, and her ample
figure and the Tapping folds of her
shawl quite engulfed the little scurry-
ing shape.
''Land of liberty!" she cried, cheer
lily. who's this running over me just's
II didn't amount to anything! o, you
lothian? Well. guess I'll have to get
my life insured! Good evening, Abel.
thought be you wouldn't mind if
dropped in to settle up my account.
To-morrow's New Year, and / couldn't
sleep wink tonight, up to my ears in
debt"
Abel Tappan beamed at her over the
counter. He hunted up chair for her
and put il near the stove.
"I guess 'twouldn't be more than up
TO your elbows, Mis- Wyncoop," he
laughed, jovially. "Not deep enough
to keep you awake. But knew you'd
be in tonight, just as wells knew
should eat my supper. told Becky
] saya; Mis- Wyncoopl1 b~ in to pa,