Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1902-04-17
Yaas, dat's all 1 ak, ten per cent

to house, he was especially jubilant,
for trade was good. By the middle Of
the afternoon he had sold the last
chicken and turned his mules head
toward home, his pockets heavy with
the silver they had brought. And as
he turned away, a figure which had
kept within a block or two of him all
through the day, stopping at the same
houses, with the ostensible object of
selling pair of chickens upon which
an impossible value had been placed,
turned away also, entSring a street
which led toward the business portion
Of the city. Reaching that, the man
hurried along until he came to book
store. This he entered.
81 low to git a book what 'splains
bout names an t'ings," he said to the
clerk. Reckon yo' hab one?"
"A dictionary, you mean-like thisY"
"Yo' s'pose hit got-got Microbe into
hit?" the customer asked, anxiously.
I'm lowin' to fin if hits a sickness
name-what brings measles an things.
yo' know"
The clerk stroked his mustache.
"Well-er-I suppose you might call
it sickness name that way" he re-
piled, blandly; "a disease germ, you
see" He opened the book and turned
several pages. "There it is"
Mcrobe bent over the book eagerly,
his eyes Frightening.
"Yaas, OATS him, sho'." he eiacu-
lated. "M-i-c-r-o-b-e His eyes ran
down the page. "Yo' reckon dar's an
udder name mos lax hit, but widout
sickness an bad meanin'?" he asked,
presently. "Yo' see, know man who
made mistook in a name, an row he's
a huntin' fo' de right one"
The clerk looked at the book.
Lets See" he said; "M!cro-micro
-micro-how would Microscope do?
That's a scientific name"
"No sickness nor notin' hidin' benin
hit, Is dar?"
"No. indeed; it's just a scientific in
strument"
Mcrobe showed his teeth.
Den / reckon hits al right, an tank
20, sab"
Late that evening, as Deacon White
was sitting upon his front porch, gloat-
ing over the profits Of the day, he
heard a quick. firm step and looked up
10 see Microbe-or Microscope-enter
the yard.
Good ebenin', Microbe," he called,
bospitably. "glad yo' come. ] done git
mighty tired sellin' all dem chickens;
II I want for dat I been brung yo'
money. Is done paid Mist Williams an
Mist Bucker."
"Dat's all right. How dey sell?"
"Mazin' good; done sell cherry one.
Here. take dis cheer an hep me count
de money. Oar. Now les see, 20 glib
me two hun'erd-two hun'erd at seben
cents. make fo'teen dollar; an ten per
cen of leabes-leabes-er, jes' twelve
dollar an sixty cents. Yaas, OATS right,
Here's yo' money"
How much did de res git?' he
asked.
"Jes' de same, oh eo'se," he snort
ed: "yo' ain s'pose l sell one pusson's
chickens To- one price, an anudder pus-
sons TO anudder price, is yo'2 No,
sah," emphatically; Il ain dat kin Oh
man"
II been IN city myself to-day" he
announced, presently; "yo' see, ] low
on gittin' a book to study, an ] hab
two mo- chickens dat's plenty big 70
sell"
"Yaas. an SO 20 done swap de chick
ems TO- de book. But what 20 gwine
study, Microbe?"
Dat ain matter jes' now. De funny
part was dat when take my chickens
10 a house. de folks Tow dey jes' buy
dozen pair To- 80 cents a pair, an
de mex house dey done buy jes' de
same, an de mex an de mex; an
when bime by I looks up an sees 20
les ahead, dat 'splains hit. been
irwin to sell at jes' de same houses
yo' done sell at. But when ] thinks
| hit ober. lows I better keep right on
dat way. To- yo's had 'sperience in
sellin': SO ! ies' keeps roun' arter 70.
I'm vo' done sell de las chicken. An
rs mighty glad dat none ain fotch less
den fifty cents pair, an some 60 high
es sixty
There was a long silence, then
husky: "What 20 gwine do bout hit,
Microbe?"
"oh. muffin" placidly. rs gwine be
yo' son-in-law. an I ain car 70 hab
disputationin' in de family. Now, don
yo' cit mad" is the deacon rose storm
lilv Is his feet; rs jes' fxin' things de
( hes way TO 20. S'pose | go tell Mist
Williams an Mist Buckler, an some o
dem tudder folks yo' DO tradin' long
oh? Ain yo' see dar gwine be tar an
fedders an a rail. an mos likely some
body be run out de town, an den !
hab 10 marry Cassia anyway, ies' to
keep her from feelin' bad. Ain yo' see
date"
The deacon sank heavily into his seat.
"Yo' been mighty smart he neered;
"now what yo' gwine make me do?"
81 ain gwine make 20 do muffin, dea-