Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1905-11-01

"Wcel." returned Mr.. Ogilvy, who
had now reached what might be de-
scribed as u twittering condition, "weel,
Mistress Houston, II wudna say it
wasna. In fac, MIGHT venture to say
tit was ABBOTT yer highly respectit
aunt. Aye. wud be tellin' We an un-
truth il l said it wasna." Here he
paused, transferred his gaze from the
sausaSes to his boots and, heaving a
forehead.
YES. Mr.. Osilvy:" Mrs. Houston
murmured encouragingly.
"N'haur was II" helplessly inquired
the grocer. ooh, aye. l was speakin'
aboot yer aunt. as it were. Was l
no.
Yes" said Mrs. Houston again, be-
ginning to wish she had not waited.
IL hope Mistress Houston, yc haze
nae objection to ma speakin' ABBOTT yer
highly respectit aunt?"
$50 long as you don't say nasty
things about her." replied Jess as light
| ly as possible.
cav, Mistress Houston" exclaimed
| the grocer. I'VE ken fine wudna dae
that. The words wud choke me, jist
as if they was fish banes. Aye, wud
they! l MIGHT say 1 conseeder Mistress
Wallace a-an cXccedin' Admirable
parity. 1 dae that" Again he wiped
| his brow.
The young woman checked n smile
and looked through the open door.
IAN eXceedin' Admirable parity
Mr.. Ogilvy repeated almost to himself
and relapsed into silence.
Did you want to give me some mes
sage for my aunt?' Jess inquired at
last. 'Ill see her tomorrow morning.
But she'll likely be coming into the
shop on her way from the boat to-
night"
Ma. She'll no dae that. l ken she's
no needin' onythin'. She got extra
proveesions yesterday, an I was wun-
nerin' at the time what she wantit
them for, no. bein' aware O her pre-
meditated jaunt to Glesca. Ma; she'll
no. be in here the NIGHT"
"Well, if you've any message, Mr..
l oSANSp ~ pS Giao " SlNS ~ " uCl W.
morrow
I'm shair I'm vera greatly obleeged
to ye, Mistress Houston" said the gro
Ger, moistening his lips and cMtching
| gently at his apron. Eye see-ye see,
| it's matter that I'm kin O. sweirt to
| mention to her masel'. I've tried to
mention it mair nor yinst, but ma
rtommorin, tonpuo ,,,,,dp, LOT mo c.
/ if yell he as kind as to-
| Rather alarmed, Jess interposed, say.
ing, But, oh, Mr.. Ogilvy, if it's any.
thing particular / really think you
should say it yourself
81 Gamma, canna." he asserted
| gloomily. But I'll tell We ABBOTT it
Mistress Houston, for ken ye're rale
discreet, and then We eau decide if yell
tell yer highly respectit aunt for me-
mo, no! You mustn't tell me, Mr.
Ogilvy" cried Jess, flushing. I'm
sure it's none of my business"
"If We please
"Oh, no! must go now. David
will be wondering what's keeping Inc.
was to call at the shop for him.
| Good
q
"Bide a wee, bide IL Vice." lie i'm
plored. "Yc see it wasna till i got the
quarters accoont fra the merchant" he
said rapidly, that fun DOT l had
hcen chairgin' her for weeks an weeks
Il penny a pun over muckle for he,
ham"
Her wlat:"
'Her ham. She's the boy for ham,
yer aunt! MIGHTY me! What am / say
in? I'm shair l didna mean onythin'
disrespectfu'. merely wantit to gar
We perceive that. conseederin' the guam
tity o nam she conshumes, penny a
pun mak's difference in time. That's
Il bad hoast we've gotten, Mistress
Houston. I'll haze to gle We n wheen
| jujubes.'
I'm all right now, thank you," said
Jess, recovering herself. do you
mean that you want me to explain to
my aunt about the hamY"
.Jist that, if ye please"
But surely you can tell her yourself?
She won't be angry"
"Wull she no? doot it. l yinst
made u mstak' in her passbook-it was