The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1905-08-10

Now you're haverlng"
"But ye like me better i'm the shop or
at a job nor in the gairden.n he per
sisted.
Il like you anywhere, lad, she re-
piled sweetiy, but evasively.
Hoo dye meany
"Oh. I'm not going to explain-if you
can't understand. See! There's Mr.
Ogllyy waving to YOU"
They returned the salute OF the gro
GER who stood in his door My, but
they're the twa happy wins" he sighed
as he watched them along the road
"Poor Mr.. Ogilvy" murmured Mrs.
Houston gently
What's wrang WI bimY asked her
husband.
Il doubt he's very bad Davie," She
answered, smiling family. lie wants
to marry Aunt Wallace"
HAS he no gotten over that YETI I
thocht her tongue had cured linn lang
syne"
I'm afraid 't hasrt-b but you're not
to speak about aunt like that"
"Och, we a ken she's got a gey
sharp tongue, Jess I'm no sayin' ony
thin aboot her hert. mindr he added
seriously. Then he laughed and in
quired Dye ken why he wants to
mairry yer aunt ma dcart'
Hes in love with her, of course"
That's a sma bit o the reason He
wants TO MARRY her to get beln yer
uncle! Aye, that's itr' At which state.
ment David looked pleased with him
self
Don't be stupldw retorted Mrs.
Houston. with affected sternness.
It's a fac. though He's got an
awfu' high opeenion o yersel' Dye
ken what he said to me the ither day.
NO, and l don't want TO know"
He said
BE quiet"
"Aweel, III tell We anlther time when
ye're no expectin' it, said David, smil
ing teasingly But hoo dye think he's
gettin' on wi his coortin'T
Jess shook her head. Gle doesn't
seem extra happy just now"
Maybe he's worrit aboot trade"
"He doesn't complain about trade
now so much as he used TO"
That's bad sign observed David
thoughtfully.
AT least he complains more about
his customers
"Alphm! He'll be turnin' his thochts
| frae business toto The joiner
stuck for want Of word to express
himself But it's bad sign ony-
vey" he continued Il mind when
used to turn frae me work on aceoont
o yerser Jess"
"Do you blame it all on me?' she
asked, with the least trace Of irony in
her tone.
ma" he replied soberly- Il blame
it on maser. If I had peyed mair at
tention to ma work We wud haze been
better an the day
"Whisht, ladr she said in soft sur
prise
"An' maybe the gairdenin' has been
to blame tae," he went on. Il thocht
that whiles lately. But We ken, Jess.
it's a great temptation 10 me"
But, Davie, you've hardly touched
the garden since the spring since the
| llItf sue edlu gently.
David sighed Maybe it's list as
weel. Ma trades the jinerin', an /
maun stick to it. An it's no a bad
trade, an things are gaun weel an
I'm no complainln'," he added more
cheerfully,
But you'll get time for your garden
ing soon again, Davie," she said
Wen see, Wen see
"Oh, but, Davie"- she began and
stopped, lest she should say too much.
Suddenly he turned toward her
"Ye're the best wife man ever had,
an l envy naebody," he exclaimed.
"The fire was maybe guid thing. II
was guild thing because o yerser, ma
dear"
"But, Davie," she sail, breaking a
long silence, "supposing the shop hadn't
been insured
Il wud haze been dune for Fine ]
ken thatw
But wait a minute Supposing the
shop hadn't been insured aud suppos
ing you hadn't been married whu
would you have donef'
That's a question, he said, smiling
"Would you have become a gar
denerT
"Ye mean gardener TO some gen
tleman?' he said after a pause.
"Yes-I suppose So"
Mar he replied firmly.
Wouldn't your she cried, greatly
surprised "WhyT
"Weel Jess, II l was 10 be a garden
er l wud want ma ain gairden. Dye
seeY'
She nodded gravely, Il see Dayie"
u wud like a place like Dayison''
nursery"
Il know" she murmured. Il woul(
like that too"
"Wud ye, lassT' he cried "Weel ~
fist like ye 70 sympathlze WI yer MAJ
even IN his daftlike dreams. But her'
we are, an I'm shalr ye're wearyln' foI
yer tea"
He pushed open the gate OF Haze
Cottage, and they went up the path to
gether in the shine Of the autumn sun
set.
"Davie," she said earnestly, "you'ri
not TO forget our garden altogether"
''Wsel, TO tell ye the truth" he re
turned, glancing about him, Il thin
I'll haze an 'oor at Il TIE morn, afore
gang to Corriemore"
And Jess smiled quite gladly.
The last steamer was due al Kin
lOchan pier about o'clock. and Whp