Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1905-09-20

great SclllleueSS.
She kept silence setting the iron on
the stand.
Jess, what's vexin' ye?" he re.
peated.
"I-I'm tired" she said at last.
"Tired, an it's nae wunner, puir
lass! we've had lang day. What |
wey did we no. get Mistress Noodle in
to dae yer washin'? Yer no used to |
coorse warli, Jess"
II like it. l want to learn" she said
bravely, soothed little by his solicit |
tude for her But l think I'll stop
now and get the tea ready. Will you
bring in some Goals, Davie!" She
wanted him away for minute.
AYE" said Davie readily, and, pick
ing UP the bucket from the side of the
hearth, went off on his errand.
On his return he found her moving
about briskly, preparing the evening
meal.
Can dac onythin'?' he asked, look,
ing ut her. I'm veXed ye're tired,
Jess"
"Oh, I'm all right now, Davie," she
said cheerfully. "I'll be ready for you
in five minutes"
He appeared pleased to see her her
self again. "Wecl, I'll get DOT yer road
till ye're ready" he said. "I'll haze
dauner room the garden"
! When she went to the door to call
him he was bending affectionately over
a clump of pansies. Looking up, with
laugh, he cried, "1f l dinna get a
first prize on Saturday PIP
"Come, Davie," she interrupted.
"Ye'd like me to get a first prize
wud We no, dearie?' he asked as he
followed her into the parlor.
"Of course" she promptly replied,
but and halted.
But We think dinna deserve it,
eh?"
Pm sure you do deserve it," she
said feelingly. She had meant to be
SO stern.
II wunner whit I'll buy We if 1 get
the first prize" he said, gazing at her
admiringly as she poured out his tea.
I'VE deserve Draw things" he added
a little shyly.
Il don't want anything" she muir
INJURED.
"Wud We like brooch, Jess" lie
ventured while he carefully buttered
his toast.
"Oh, Davie, tell you don't want
anything" she insisted softly. you
mustn't think of spending your money
on me. I'm sure you can't afford it,"
"Havers! We're no. jist at that
length yet" he said, laughing. AN
whether I get the prize or no. ye're to
get brooch"
Mrs. Houston looked at her plate.
Her duty was becoming more difficult
every minute. She felt she must make
an. effort without delay ortremain help
less forever.
She raised her head suddenly, looked
him in the face for Il second and laugh
ed with well feigned amusement
"Whaur's the joke, lassie? asked
her husband, reddening, but smiling
good humoredly.
IL was wondering''- she began
and stopped.
can what werc,ye wunnerin'? What
kin O brooch ye'wud Alike, ch?"
mo, Davie. was wondering what
the baker and hatcher and grocer
would think If l went into their shops
wearing a fine new brooch
~ dinna see
well, Davie, I'm afraid the baker
and butcher and grocer would think,
If they didn't say it, that Mrs. Hous-
ton should pay her ACCOUNTS before she
got new jewelry froms her man."
Her husband stared. 1.-THE accoonts
are no. that audi" hessaid, name O.
them abin sax month";
"Oh, David" exclaimed Jess, paling.
'Do you mean to tell ,me the accounts
have been running all that time
months before we,w0re married?"
"Weel, If ony o them wuptit their
money they wud haze askit for it," he
returned calmly. ~ was meanin' to
pay up everything ;rfore we got mair.
tit, but l clean forgot Yere no. an
cry, are We, Jess,:'
No; I'm not iangry, but I'm sorry.
Did your sister when she kept YOUR
house not like ito payteverybody quick
iyY"
She neverdfashed, herseH, dearie, an
.Te medina fash yerser either. l mind
We said jist agfore' wetgot mairrit We wud
like to pay.:everything when We got it,
| but
"Every9saturdayk Davie"
Neel,l We see. that's no. easy ar
ranged.""'
But 'why?"
Because 1 Gamma. get my accoonts
peycd every week"
mo, but If you Were once to get in
some of your big accounts you would
surely have cnough;to go on with, and
after that you could get people to pay
you resustrly and keep things going.
Don't yoa see, Daviey' she said softly.
aye" said Davidl slowly. 81 see
what yc mean. but
DAVID" she said earnestly. "you
must trI'it to plcasetme" Jess in her
old home had knownlwhat overdue ac-
counts were.
But, lass saidther husband, pass
ing her his cup. IIe got no further and
watched her lnxionsly.
She filed his cup before she spoke.
Then she said kindly. but deliberately:
Il want you to send out all your uc-
counts-the ones due, l mean-tomor-
row, Please. Davie."
I'll haze II, look through the book TO
please you" he said after a pause,
but I'm nof jist in the humor for ac-
| coonts, jess"
Bring Sour books home, and I'll
send out the accounts. I'm used to
! that md she laughed, for she felt
she wasinow on the path to victory.
| "1e'relower guild to me. IL doot
yell no'f think muckle O. ma book
keepin'. An yell no. hate time to-,
Never, mind about that. Will you
bring mes the books tomorrow"
Decd aye, I'll be glad to haze yer
help, Jess, for never cud thole feeg-
ures."
| "Dear!lad" cried jess, laughing, with
a tear in her eye, and got up hastily
| and kiSStyl HIM