The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1905-08-14


Marmalades no the only guild thing
that comes oot O Paisley An 20 ye
medina fash yerser aboot David Hous-
ton an his guild wife, ma'em, IL ven
alloo me the leeberty o. sayin' t."
Miss Perk smiled the least bit un-
pleasantly. "You seem TO have an ex-
tensive knowledge Of what passes in
the district, MIR. OgIlvy," she re-
marked.
The grocer grinned modestly and
shook his head. Its little ken" he
replied innocently, FOR I'm no vera
guild at askin' questions"
II there was any suggestion In his
words Miss Perk did not observe IT, for
she Immediately resumed her quest for
information.
Il suppose David Houston has made
some arrangement with the Wilkes"
she said, eying Mr.. Ogilvy searchingly.
Arrangement, ma'amW
Eyes: some arrangement by which
they are not to interfere with his bust
ness. They could hardly refuse to
agree after"-
But she had touched the elderly
mans loyalty-touched il to the quick
He reddened, but met her gaze stead
ily.
'Ma'am. me said, with hint Of con-
tempt In his tone, David Houston
wudna TAX advantage O. anither man
If the ither man owed him dizzen
lifes instead o yin. David Houston's
f...fa I.n Ii L.. Q frT
that catched his wee sister stealln' the
jam an tell't her he wudna haze her
poacEin on his preserves Ma! There's
nae mair arrangement atween David
Houston an the Wilkes the day nor
there was afore they left Paisley"
How can you know demanded
Miss Perk, irrltated az tine rebuff.
Il jist ken ma'am." he answered
stolidly. "Of course" he added, Il
Gamma prove it in the meantime Ony.
wey but ven see for yerser later on
that Samuel Ogilvy can weegh ch0rac-
ters as weel as groceries Aye" Here
the grocer Puysed up his mouth and
struck an attitude with his arms fold
ed. Had Miss Perk known him better
Nlit MuMlA nuNN MMOtl NAUNtl AAAUA II was
dangerous &c attempt further inQuisi-
tion.
Perhaps you wll kindly inform
me" she began.
Excuse me. ma'am but I'm DOT O
information; naethin' left but provee-
sions O. the best quality he returned.
with a tight grin.
L., nj
impertinence," she supplemented in
low voice
"Peppermints?" he inquired politely
"wud We like the ornar' kind or the
DOODLE strongY
Il said impertinence, cried she, los
ing her temper.
AN | said ornar' kind or DOODLE
strong" he retorted boiling inwardly,
but retaining the tight grin. 'Ye're
welcome to either, no that l think
ye're needin' ony."
"You forget yourselfr exclaimed
Miss Perk, with awesome majesty,
! gathering up her skirts.
The grocer was not fear stricken. hut
sensation OF shame at having lost
control Of his tongue came upon him.
"Aw, weel, ma'am" he began in a
tone of defense rather than Of apology
"ye MIGHT conseeder ma feelin's"-
The lady, however, left the counter
without another word, but at the door
che turned and i'm a freezing voice said:
II find / shall not require the articles
/ ordered today, and / shall be obliged
II you win render your account imme-
diately and ask your messenger 20 call
eor two empty biscuit tins and six
empty orangeade bottles"
She stepped from the doorway as II
she were shaking the dust OF the shop
from her feet and left Mr.. Ogilyy gap
ing there Is no other word for it
over the counter.
For nearly a minute he stood motion
less. Then suddeHly his jaws set, and,
raising his clinched 6st above his head
he smotc the counter such a blew that
the structure trembled, and a lofty
tower Of tins, which he had carefully
erected that morning tottered near It's
base and crashed in ruins on the outer
6oor Three large tins that had formed
the base remained, and, with gruni
OF rage, he caught them up and hurled
them after the others just MS Mrs. Wal
lace entered the shop.
"Whit kin O. gemm is this ye're play
in atI" she demanded, halting a yard
away from the counter. "Is't lawn ten
MIS- or manslaughterT
Speechless and perspirlng viii
shame, Mr.. )Rilvy bowed his head nnC
fumbled with his inkpot
"Wbit's ado, manY" she went on Sc
verely. III yere jist practcecin' I'm
the shows ye sud shut yer shop afor'
We begin. I've nae nmbeetion 10 &c
kilt WI a tin o. corned beef an' neve
even get a taste o. T. That's mo- tn
wey 20 keep yer customers. Tits, man
Lux whit ye're daeln wi the ink. VIII
messw
"Oh, me" groaned the grocer, layin
down the pot and mopping up M
food with wrapping paper. "Oh, mer'
"Maister Ogllvy," said Mrs Wallac
firmly, "wull ye be pleased 20 explal
whit a. this CARRY on meansf Are y
/ clean daft or are ye Jist no weelT'
"Oh, mel"
"Oh, me, yer granny's mutch! VIII
dye mean heavin aboot yer gul
cOrned beef as II Il wis dirt. furby
ncay crlpplin yer best customer. II nc
KILN her fatally. fur life? Ehf'
Mr. Ogilyy AT last pulled himself Il