Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1905-10-11

an toast. Weel. Davie, hoo's things?
Glad to hear yere busy. Weel, Mais-
ter Ogilvy, l suppose trades waur nor
ever. but dinna think We sud max sic
a lamentation ABBOTT it in the hoose O.
yer best customer. Eth? Ha, ha, hap
cav, Mistress Wallace" murmured
the grocer, with feeble smile of apollo
ey, mae offense, l hope"
''Haud yer tongue, man, an draw III
yer chair. Come AVA, Jess, ma lass.
Davic, talk the held O. the table an
ask a blessin'. Moo, help the ham an
eggs. If they're no guild, We can blame
it on Master Ogilvy.S
'Ye wud aye haze yer bit joke, Mis-
tress Wallace" said the guest, begin
ging to brighten under the cheerful in
fluences about him.
Sugar an crcam?"
"Thenk We, thenk We. AS was OBJ
servin'''-
Haze" interrupted Houston, hand
ing him plate piled with ham and q
couple of eggs.
Jaw, jist the hauf O. that, please,
jist the hauf o. that" said Mr.. Ogilvy
modestly.
Come AVA, man." urged Houston.
AYE, come ava, Master Ogilvy.
Hoo can We expec' trade to be flourish
in when We Wilma eat yer ain provee.
sions:" added the hostess, with q
chuckle.
David laughed also as he selected
some tidbits for his wife. "'Deed
ogilvy, we've got to dae as ye're bid ii
this hoose.''
aye, alp naebody kens that better
nor Davie," remarked Mrs. Wallace
smartly.
Whereupon every one laughed hearth
~, including Mrs. Houston, who, how
ever, first glanced ut her husband tt
lake sure that his feelings had no
been hurt.
The meal proceeded, and altogether Il
was very pleasant one. Mr.. Ogilvy
who had been famishing,aanished hi.
ham and eggs and after a deal of press
Ing consented to take q second helping
"Jist a wee TASTE" he said efficiently
list sma' sensation. It's rale mic,
ham," he remarked to Mrs. Wallace
then, noticing twinkle in her eye: :"
mean it's rale nicely cookit. In fac,
MIGHT say, never tastit ham near III
nicely cooEit, Mistress Wallace"
AT this point David winked guarded
ly ut his wife, who attempted to lool
severe, but smiled family.
"As fur yer scones," said the groce
little later, I'm no exaggeratin
when l tell We they're the finest eve
encountered in a. ma born days"
Such enthusiastic language from til,
mouth of Mr.. Ogilvy was SO unprece
denied that n solemn pause cnsued TO
several seconds.
I'm shair I'm glad We like tn
scones," returned Mrs. Wallace, recov
ering herself and breaking the silence
which would otherwise have been bro
ken by n smoker from David. rs Mis-
tress Neil no. Il guild haun ut the bak
in'?"
Until the NIGHT l thocht she was
came the gallant reply, whcreat Hous
ton gave his wife the gentlest OF gentl
kicks under the table.
II doot ye're an unco blether, Mais
ter Ogilvy," said the hostess, with :
dry smile.
Mr.. Ogilyy was suddenly abashed
realizing that he had allowed the I'm
accustomed comfort and cheer to carry
him away.
Jess came to the rescue. Have yol
heard how poor Mrs. Neil is tonight? 2
she inquired
"Weel, Mistress Houston. seen the
doctor jist afore left the shop, an Lt
said she was n lump better an wud
maybe be back at her wars on Mon
day. But she's gettin' aud, We ken, an
doot she's no. lang for this life, pull
buddy!'
"Wud We no. be better to get some
ither yin in her place" asked David.
mo as lang's she's leevin'. She
cudna thole it. AM l dinna ken ony
buddy in Kinlochan that wud be carin
ABBOTT the job"
"Of course there's twa weys O. get
tin hoosekeeper," said David teas
ingly.
For an instant the grocer looked puz
zled. Then he took a long drink from
his empty cup and tried to look as i
he had not heard the remark at all.
care you satisfied" The hostess
glanced round the table and rose
Jess" she said briskly, you an mel
clear the dishes, an Master Ogilvy an
Davie can haze smoke"
"Och, we'll jist wait. an haze smok
: t., I'll
the Dishes" said David, who had neve
yet lighted his pipe in Mrs. Wallace
parlor.
"I'm tellin' We We can smoke here,
she assured him. Eyer pipes III be nae