Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1905-09-27

Ncci' uliHu KEN. but OnyWcy
had them an showed them to her an
spiert hoo mony bottles l wud send,
for of course yin bottle O. peas is
nacthin' to thae, gentry. An wud We
believe it, Mistress Wallace, she spiert
the price, an when l tell't her she said
she cud get them frae the toon penny
a bottle chaper'
"Weel never!'
II was veXed at that, but l didna
want to loss her custom, an l said if
she was takin' ither proveesions-an'
some O. them's chaper WI me nor in
the toon-I wad talk the penny aft the
peas. But she said she didna want
onythin' else an the peas was over
dear, but she had been passin' an
thocht she wud gle me trial. An,
seein' she was gaun to buy naethin'
ava, l got kim O. wild, an l says,
Deed, mum, it's trial that's gey
hard to bear But she gaed cot to her
cairriage WI her nose l. the air, as If
she hadna heard me. An she's yin O.
yer simmer veesitors that brings trade
TO Kinlochan! Humph!'
But this was not the information
which Mrs. Wallace had hoped she
might gain from Mr.. Ogilvy, who was
invariably day before his neighbors
with the true news, not the mere Cos
sip and rumors, of the district Mrs.
Wallace had heard II certain rumor,
and she was anxious to have 1t con-
tirmed, IL possible, ere she went to the
cottage, but Mr.. Ogilvy in his position
of oracle was not always in the humor
for consultation, and she felt 1t would
be vain to ask the question at the mo-
ment, for just then the steamer appear
ed in the distance, and the grocer
seemed to be suffering from visions Of
heavy consignments that held no profit
for himself.
So, with brief adieu, she was turn
ing away when he said abruptly: "If
ye're for Hazel Cottage, We can tell
Davie Houston that Master Mathieson
O Arden Hoose II shin be wantin' esti-
mates fur repairin' a his greenhouses,
fine big job, over big fur Davie,
doot. But We best gle him the hint. fur
l heard the liners in kilm1beg an
Fairport was efter It, Weel, guild day
to We. Yell no. be needin' onythin' the
noo?" concluded Mr.. OgilSy, who never
| forgot business.
"Ill maybe see We on ma road hame,"
returned Mrs. Wallace as she hustled
off with her desired information. Aft
err some consideration by the way she
decided, though it did go against the
grain, to tell Jess and not David about
the repairing of the Arden greenhouses.
Mrs. Wallace entered the garden Of
Hazel Cottage to find the owner bend
ing over n clump of carnations as If he
loved them, as indeed he did. AT the
sight of him her expression softened
somewhat, for, after all, it was one
thing to speak severely of David Hous-
ton and quite another to speak severely
to him.
"Weel, Davie," she said, advancing
toward him.
Mistress Wallace!" he exclaimed in
n tone that suggested he was glad to
see her, and he arose and shook hands
with her with the queer mixture Of
dignity and easiness that had always
attracted her in the days when he was
counting her niece. Mrs. Wallace had
many time admitted to herself-only
to herself-that there wis somethin'
ABBOTT Davie Houston she cudna get
over"
"Jess IL be RIGHT pleased to see ye,"
he Went on, IAN we've jist come i'll time
fur few o. ma carnations. Jess was
fur takin' them to We herself, but
telrt her wud be prooder to gle We
them jist DOT the garden. Haze! Smell
that, Mistress Wallace" said David.
with pride in his voice, handing her
bunch of his blooms.
"Mphm! It's no bad scent that"
she admitted after short inhalation.
It's near as nice as Cloves" she added,
endeavoring to be gracious and w.,n-
derlng how she could introduce the S.lb-
| ject of the lock for her coal cellar door
But yell be wantin' to see Jess,"-
said David.
AYE. Is she in the hoose?" Being
answered In the affirmative, she nod.
ded to David and left him, deciding
that, after all, 1t might be better to
mention her complaint to her niece,
She found the young woman in the
kitchen with her print sleeves rolled
up and her arms up to the elbows IL
-four
Preserve US! Are We tryin' yer haun
at the bakin' nooY she exclaimed
seating herself in the armchair.
"Scones," replied Jess, with some.
what rueful smile.
"Ye're the yin fur tryin'w
"D'you think never succeed. aunt?"
"Whiles. Ye Gamma eXpec' to ken
muckle ABBOTT keepin' hoose eftci
workin' in an Office. But nae doot yell
learn. Let's see yin o. yer scenes
lassle."
Jess, with more color in her face than
the fire had given it, passed one Of her
productions to the old lady and await
ed her verdict with dire forebodings.
Mrs. Wallace fingered the scone, Bit
1t, swallowed the fragment with ex-
aggerated effort and much facial con-
tortion and solemnly laid the re.
mainder on the table.
Her verdict was delivered in single
word, "Cahootchy!" which is Glasgow
for gutta pcrcha.
Jess tried to smile, but her lip
trembled. Il didn't think they were
quite so tough as all that" she said.
recovering herself and refraining from
mentioning the fact that five or ten
minutes before her aunt's arrival her
husband had eaten n connie with nD-
parently supreme satisfaction.
"Aw, yell maybe 'dae better next
time" remarked Mrs. Wallace doubt
fully. "Dinna work WI yer scenes as
if they wis clue Dinna press heavy
on them, fur we MIGHT as weel pit them
through. n patent manglc. Be awfu'
careful wi the sody an no. let it gang
in Jumps, fur Il lump O sody III
sconc's as bad's a rid nose on tecto-
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