The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1905-08-05


a the dishes ye nceu YET
Eyes. Here they are And Jess
came forth, her counteuance abnormal
ly grave. but rather flushed.
"Whit ails ye. JessY
Nothing nothing
"Ye're maybe wee thing surprised
at Master Ogilvy comm to his teaT'
"Well. you see, / didn't know he was
| such a friend of yours, aunt
Il dinna say he wis. but I'm kin o
vcyed fur the man." said Mrs, Wallace,
half gently, half contemptuously He's
aye complainin' aboot bad trade. an
! that's a thing / Gamma thole in man.
An yet he's no hard man | wis
passln' his shope the ither day when
woan fell an his doorstep wi hauf
/ dizzen eggs she hi q iist bocht frae him.
an he wis oOt efter her af0re ye cud
say Jack Robinson an TUX her back
TO the shope. an efter he had wiped
AVA the maist o. the mess he cred her
anithor h0ut a dizzen eggs am a whcen
sweeties fmbye an telrt her no to let
on to her mither that she had tum
nit"
erhat was good of him. exclaimed
Jess. with enthusiasm
"Oh. he whiles dis things like that to
weans, but he's kin o greetin' buddy
as Iule, an I'm shair he necdna be
that. fur he's nacbody to keep but his
sell. an his business is no near MS bad
as he maks IL oot to be-
HAS he never thought of getting
marriedT' asked Jess seriously. lie
can't be so very old"
"Auld? He's no old ava He's no
mucke aulder nor maser But l doOt
he'll never get a wife, even if he ever
wants YIN
"And what made you ask him to
tea 2" her niece inquired boldly
If the query contained any insinua-
ton, Mrs. Wallace failed to perceive it.
"Weel, as 1 tell't ye afore, I'm kin o
veNed fur him, an when / wis ~ his
shope the day l wis mair veNed nor or
mar. Ye see, he bides at the back o
the sbope, an when l gaed in the day
he cam furlit, unco rid T. the face an
confused-llke an afore he had hauf
served me an awfu reek an smell be
good to come frae the back room"
"Mercy me! Whit in creations
thatT l cries 'Aw, never heed 1t, Mrs
voltage. he says, tryln' to LAUGH. 'Ney-
or heed itv says !. Man, I'm near stuf
focatitr I'm rale sorry. but ] can assure
We there's naethin' wrang, at least no
seriously wrang he says ms ii he was
ashamed But there's someihle burn
m,' says I, but he jist shook his bald.
Are We daftT l cries. Ava an pit IL
ootg But he gi'ed anither puir LAUGH
an says, says he: 'Dinna get alarmed.
Mistress Wallace. It's jist some SOUP
wis tryin' to max fur ma dinner.
'soupg says l. Soup! II smells liker
singen' hair an cannule ends Deed
aye an | doot itn taste the same.
he says, wi groan. I'm list seeck
O. life, Mistress Wallace An then
II cam oot that auld Mistress Neil
that's cleaned his bit room an cookii
his meals fur twinty an mair years
wis lyin hedly, cryin' DOT that she wut
dee If onybody else got her place, an
so Master Ogilvy wis tryin' TO da'
her warlI hisser."
Poor mang said Jess.
! Mistress Neirs been badly fur 4
. week, an he tell't me he wis tired o
, eatin' cauld things oot O. tins thi
cauld weather, an he thocht he wu'
max hisser a bowl o soup the day
p but everythin' gaed wrang an'-weel
Jess, that's the reason / askit him e
his tea. An Davie an him'll be her
j afore we're ready fur them if we'r
j.. no suairt. Come ava to the kitche
till l learu ys to fry ham an eggs Fl
!, fur angels"
The two men arrived together haN
- ing met on the road, and Jess was dis
~ patched from the Kitchen 20 adm
e them, bearing Instructions regardin
u the wiping of boots on the outer doc
~ mat,
"You gang in first" whispered NJ
l' OgIvy bashfully, as the door opened
''Na ma. You're the stranger" r.
turned David, with a courteous shove
z How are you, Mr.. OgilyyP sal
IN Mrs. Houston in her fnendliest fns
ID ion. "Davie. be sure TO clean yo'
boots" she aGdtl quickly TO her hu
=" band.
"Im weel. theuk ye" replied NJ
ne Ogilvy taking a share Of the door ms
en- "Are sc keepin pretty middlin y'
ls' serF'
.ef "Yes, thank sou, Vow, come aW'
in out of the cold.
ro- They entered the bright lobby, d
ng posed of their coats and caps and 4
In lowed her into the parlor the joaf
Igo pushing the grocer before him.
TO Come over 10 the tre, Mr Ogilvl
'dy said Jess Hospitality. Wont you ha
lad the easy chart"
this law, thenk ye, Ony ehair'u d
My list ony chair" returned Mr.. Ogil
af- wiping his brow with an enorm'
j a handkerchief and rubbing his hands
'ult a nervous way.
had Gang furrit, man, an TAX
she chalrw cried David genially- He
NIX known Ogilvy all his life, and IL v
her impossible TO keep mp any formal
cal Jess, however. had only met him In
Of way Of business, and she would pT
rap ably have felt shier and tied less
lem make him feel at home had 1t not b
for her aunts recent remarks. SO, d
ear ing informed him that her aunt wo
sed. appear presently, she did her utn
10 pat him at his ease, though, iudg
atm from the manner in which be conun