The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1899-02-09
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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!-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'Iate she's
got to pay for EN- same as other folks
does"
Little Jot McKie's clumsy shoes
shuf1ied half way to the door, then
shuffied 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 | trusted her since way back
most to flood time, I'd like to know?
Amt her page in my ledger chock fun
( 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 a
squeeze of lemon juice in it, Pluck up
courage, Jot-one more trial. For
Love, you know-for Love!
III do chores to pay for EN-, 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-iist about
as quick as that" laughed Abel Tappan
roughly. 81 don't knows I'm suffering
for chores this time O. night. | guess
Dove, or Love, or whatever her name
is, III have to drink water spell longer
Your ma can put some vinegar in to
liven it up, with a sprinkling o sugar.
useter drink that with a relish when
was a little shaver. You've got to pay
for lemons if you want 'em out O this
store. I've trusted you and trusted you
til I'm sick of it,"
Little Jot drew up his stunted figure
in injured dignity. The very frecliles
en- his face adiated scorn.
keep your old lemons!" he cried, his
3 voice quavering unsteadily. eve don't
want EN-! 20, poor little thirsty LoveD
1 guess we amt beggars! 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. DrusilIa Wyncoop, just
eLtering, 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
i;y, who's this running over me just's
if didn't amount to anything! 0, you
lothian? Well. ! guess I'll have to get
nay life insured! Good evening, Abel.
thought maybe you wouldn't mind if
| dropped in to settle up my account.
To-morrow's New Year, and couldn't
sleep a wink tonight, up to my ears in
debt"
Abel Tappan beamed at her over the
counter. He hunted up a chair for her
and put ii near the stove.
81 guess 'twouldn't be more than up
to your elbows, Mis- Wyncoop," he
laughed, jovially, Not deep enough
TO keep you awake. But l knew you'd
be in tonight, just as wells I knew l
should eat my supper. told Becky
] saysi Mis- WyncoopIr be in to pa!