Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1905-12-06

the arm of the sofa and shook with |
laughter.
Say it again." she cried, coming
across the floor to him.
But he could not just then. Mr.. Ogil- |
w was suffering from mild attack of |
hysteria.
For nearly minute Mrs. Wallace
regarded him inquiringly, and when
she spoke her voice was well under |
control.
we're mo- deceivin' me, are ye?" she
said quietly.
"Deceivin' YEP He started and be-
came grave "Dae ye-dae ye no. be-
lieve ma word?" He wished he could
that there's IA hummer an fifteen
pound in the hoax waitin' for Mistress
Houston comm hame the morn? Wull
gang to the shop an bring back the
hoax for ye to see?'
INA, ma. Ye medina dae that" she
replied after some little hesitation.
"Tll tax yer word fur t, Master Ogil-
Wy. But 1 Gamma unnerstaun whaur
puir Angus got a the siller."
"Weel," said the grocer, recovering
himself, 1--WE maun jist regard it as
yin O. thae mysterious occurrences that
that occasionally occurs to battle the
highest intelligence, us it were. An
efter a it was puir auld Angus busi-
ness, an neither yours nor mines,
Mistress Wallace. Is that no. the
casef" He ventured to glance at her,
but she seemed wrapt in thought.
Moreover" he went on, gaining con-
fidence, ''whatever wey Angus cam
by the siller, he cam by it honestlike.
I'll swear to that! An'-an,' oh! Mis-
tress Wallace, conseeder what it'll
mean to yer niece! The vera thocht O.
that sud gar We feel like IA young
lion-or, mair correly, like young
lioness! Does it no'?"
Mrs. Wallace turned her back on him
and went to the window, where she
stood looking out on the calm, dusky
loch.
at CARS me feel" she murmured,
like an aud wife that's leeved to see
her dearest get her reward. Master
Ogilvy, We can obleege me by takin'
the brush frae the fender an pittin' 1t
whaur We got it in the kitchen dresser.
An say nae mair ABBOTT the siller, man,
fur-I-I Gamma thole the mention O.
t the noo."
cav, Mistress Wallace!" he sighed.
"Tali' the brush to the kitchen!" she
snapped.
He crossed the room and picked up
the brush, and threw it down again.
Mistress Wallace" he cried excited
ly, Eyer brush can lie there till the last
trumpet for a care, for tell We I'm
no gaun to be treatit like as if was
IA seryile reptile!"
To his intense astonishment she paid
no attention whatever to his outburst,
but continued looking out of the Win
dow.
Stupidity he stood, gazing at her.
Suddenly he heard faint sound and
saw her hands go up quickly to her
face.
"Oh, mew he whispered to himself,
awe stricken, "she-she's cryin'."
He took step toward her, checked
himself, turned, picked up the brush
and stole noiselessly to the kitchen.
Samuel Ogilvy," he muttered, I'VE best
gang stracht hame an pit yer ugly
held i'll yer stootest broom paper poke,
for yerc the maist meeserable specl-
men O. the human race-nae guild to
onybody an nae guild to yerser!'
There was slate and pencil lying on
the dresser, and he picked up the lat
ter and wrote:
Good night. Beg pardon. Will attend
to esteemed orders tomorrow. Beg par
don. S. oGILVY.
He placed the slate where she would
see it on entering the kitchen, and de-
parted quietly by the back door.
But rs lie passed round the front of
the cottage Mrs. Wallace tapped on the
window and threw it open.
"Maister Ogilvy"
He halted, and was relieved to see
her countenance wearing its usual ex-
preston.
"Weel, Mistress Wallace?" he replied
awkwardly.
"Ye'll be at the pier the morn?"
Certainly"
"I'll bide here VII Katie an haze the
tea ready. An'-an', Master Ogilvy."
"Weel, Mistress WallaceW
Davies shair to get the nursery
noo?'
"Shair! At least. Jess III ta'e the
slller."
AYE. But there's nae fear o. II
bein' over late? There's nae fear O
Master Davidson ha'ein' selrt it to
anaither pairty?"
ma, ma. l seen ABBOTT that. Ye see
when l kent ABBOTT the legacy. as ii
were, l jist gaed an had a bit crack
wi Davidson an tell't him he wasna to
part wi his nursery for three month
an lie wasna to ask ony questions"
my, we've neck on yet" exclaimed
Mrs. Wallace admiringly. "What did
he say?"
"IIe tell't me to gang ava an droon
masel. But l said I wud prefer to
wait an see him hanged. An efter n
wheen mair compliments O similar
nature we cam to business. l gred
him ma bill at three MONTH"
"Ye mean we've bocht his place"
"Well," said the grocer, smiling, "I'll
haze to TAX it if Davie doesna. Sc
dinna gang an advise Jess to pit hel
siller in the bank. I've a grocer's shop
to keep, an that's bad enough wi'oot
ha'ein' white elephant as weel."
"a Whit"
"a white elephant Mistress Wallace
It's feegure O speech, ye ken. mean
n''-
81 thocht it wis beast. But never
heed the mcanin'. maun say, Master
Ogilvy, that we've been an unco guild
frccn to ma Jess an her man. But
doot when they hear whit we've done
fur them they'll
J whist, Mistress Wallace! Ye-ye
maun keep that secret! Oh, We maun
keep that secretw he implored.
It'll come DOT whether tell them OF
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