Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1905-10-18

Master Ogilvy, in maist unexcitin'
fashion, an y
Jaw, the laddie's honest, can tell
ye-aye, he's honest"
"Weel, he's no. ready to quit the
schulz if he Gamma tell three frae Tower.
An eggs an egg"
"Ye never said a truer word, Mis-
tress Wallace. but
AN I'll TAX pun o. bakin sody."
"a pun o. bakin sody," he repeated
aloud, but to himself he groaned: "Oh,
me! Can mo- send her an extra egg
moo an then wi'oot her detectin' it:"
Mrs. Wallace picked up her umbrella
and prepared to depart.
"Wull that be a. the day." the gro
Ger asked in a tone which suggested re-
greet at her going.
three eggs yerser an no trust to yer
laddie till he's better up in the coont-
in'."
IN attend to that" returned Mr..
Ogilvy, checking a sigh. Are yc fur
Mistress Houston's noo" he inquired,
adding: "There was strange young
man in the shop jist afore We cam in,
spierin' the road to Hazel Cottage.
had IL OH ma tongue to tell We, but
"a young man? Whit like n young
man?'
"Aw, weel dressed, genteel lukin'
young man. He cam aft the twa o'clock
boat. He was that polite l thocht at
first he MIGHT be in the jam an jelly
line or maybe traivelin' fur yin o. thae
new patent infants foods, ye ken.
Thae infants foods is jist''-
Nae doot, but whit wis he wantin'
ut Hazel CottageY"
II cudna say, Mistress Wallace.
telrt him Davie Houston, If it was
him he was wantin', was AVA workin'
ut Master Colman's new boathoose an
wudna likely be ut hame, an If he had
ony business WI Davie he cud leave a
message at the shop WI auld Angus"
can whit did he say?"
He jist said he was greatly obleeged
am gaed awa'."
II wunner whit he wis wantin',"
muttered Mrs. Wallace. There wis n
young man cam aft the twa o'clock
boat yin day last week an spiert at the
pier the road to Hazel Cottage, but he
never gaed there"
'That was queer" said Mr. Ogilvy.
at cudna haze been the same young
man, fur he wudna haze needit to spier
twice. But dootless some of the mer-
chants in the city II haze been hearin'
ABBOTT the big Jobs that Davies gettin',
an they'll be wantin' to share in his
prosperity, rs IT,
'That'll be it. The wudd merchants
an ithers II be wantin' to dae business
WI him. 1 maun say that marriage
has been the, maxim o Davie Houston,
though wudna tell Jess that"
She's clever lass, yer niece, Mis-
tess Wallace" remarked the grocer.
'I'm thinkfn' she talks efter her aunt"
he added, with an effort which brought
the perspiration to his brow.
"Eh?" she demanded.
Tit was jist n sma' compliment,
as it were," he stammered.
"Humph! Compliment! Well be
hearin' next that ye're takin' lessons in
dancin' an department. Deed, Master
Ogilvy, ye fairly surprise me whites.
ie seem to be renewin' yer youth like
the eagle. ua, ha!''
Poor Mr.. Ogilvy certainly did not
look much like an eagle as he mum
bled sadly, ooh, Mistress Wallace, if
II ye jist kent ma feelin's, ma inmost
fee
Are We no. wecl?" she exclaimed.
The grocer gave her look that
would have melted flint. "Pheesical-
ly haze nae infirmity, but
Il near furgot to order bit emery
paper"
Emery papery
AYE, emery paper. man."
"Of coorse, of coorse," said Mr.. Ogil-
w, recovering himself, emery paper"
And he moistened his pencil.
"Weel, l maun gang, Guild day to
We, Master Ogilvy. Mind, it's three
eggs ye're to send" She left the shop
and turned in the direction of Hazel
Cottage.
For minute Mr.. Ogilvy watched her
from behind pile of wooden cheeses
in the window. Then he turned away,
with groan, knocking over large
pot of gooseberry jam. Surveying the
mess at his feet, he sighed:
Samuel Ogkvy, ye're list an eediot
we've nae mair sense nor that pull
iaur O. jam.
When, about half past 2, the bell
rang, Jess, who had just settled down
TO an afternoons baking, murmured
imDaticntly: IF it's that Miss Perl;
again, I've good mind not to let her
in. She's always coming when I'm
busy. If l only knew it were she, I'd
let her ring. I'll wait minute any
way
She waited till the bell rang a third
time, and then, without removing the
| flour from her aNns, she went to the
door, saying to herself, "She'll surely
see I'm busy"
But the ringer was not the person
whose advent Mrs. Houston dreaded.
On the doorstep stood Il man of per.
haps thirty-two, fashionably dressed,
| gloved and with dollhouse flower In
| his buttOnEole
Don't you remember mel" he asked,
smiling and holding out his hand.
The flush on her face deepened, ana
for moment She hesitated. "AIr. Dob.
bic" she said shyly.
Yes, but won't you shake hands
er-Mrs. Houston?"
Jess busted her hand on her white
apron and gave it to him, though not
Willingly. III spite of kindness recent
I ly received from this man, she wished
her visitor had, after all, been the
troublesome Miss Pcrk
! You have Il pretty place here" lie
observed, eying her averted face in an
amused fashion. "One can believe in
spring in your garden"
Yes" she returned, feeling that she
was looking foolish; The snowdrops
and crocuses are doing very WELL"
What about the roscs?" he said
softly, with Il glance ut her face. And
tile lilies:" lie added, his eyes falling to
4 her arms.
'Oh, we don't have them for awhile
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