Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1905-11-22

jobs for David III no likely end WI the
new store, I'm thinkin'."
The grocer could not help looking to-
ward Mrs. Wallace for a sign of appro-
baton.
"Ye did no. sac bad" she said quiet
ly and smiled
And he was satisfied.
'Weel. Master Ogilvy," she said
later after some further conversation,
"I'll ava to Hazel Cottage, fur I'm
kin o anxious ABBOTT Jess. She's no as
wecl as she ocht to be. She's never
got over that nicht when David gaed
Until the sea efter the Wulkie lads.
Her speerits is over changenble-up
an doom wi'oot ony guild reason"
I'm vexed ABBOTT that. Wull she mo-
haze the doctor? She Wilma? That's
pecty. l ken David was troubled the
last time had crack WI him, but he
didna tell me- Wull she no. tax a
tonic, as it were?"
"Weel, We see, Master Ogilvy, l
didna want to frichten the lass ABBOTT
herself, an I've never said to her l
thocht she wisna luliin' weel. But l
doot somethin' IL haze to be dune if she
disna get better quick. She'll no. TAX
care O. herself. She works ABBOTT the
hoose like a powny, an then wee Ka-
ties needn't her mair every day-Tm
jist gaun alang to baud the wean fur
awhile-an' Jess disna sleep weel ut
NIGHT. She's aye waukenin' up an
wantin' to dae things. David, puir lad.
tcll't me that the ither NIGHT, or early
in the mornin', he waukened an missed
her, an he got up an gaed to the paur
lour, an there she wis, woriin' at his
books. l never seen a man as veXed as
David. An he disna want to frichten
her either"
."That's terrible!'' said Mr.. Ogilvy
| sympathetically. "She maun be made
to tax care o. herser. Docs she no.
understaun hoo weel her mans daein'?
| Ie sud tell her ABBOTT the store.
wasna gaun to tell David, for he'll
likely get the offeecial intimation the
morn. But guild news is better nor
medicine, We ken.. Tell her, Mistress
Wallace"
"I'll dae that. But Jess has great
notion in her young heid-I'll tell We
ABBOTT 1t some day-an' she Gamma help
striving fur it. Weel, guild day to ye,
Master Ogilvy, an see an get us some
extra nice ham fur Friday NIGHT"
Depend on me. Be shair an tell her
ABBOTT Master Murdoch speakin' ABBOTT
ither jobs furbye the store, but dinna
let on had onythin' to dae wi the
business"
Left to himself, Mr.. Ogilvy paced up
and down the floor behind his counter,
"Twa customers this efternune-an'
what difference! Samuel Ogilvy," he
moralized, "ye'rc the lucky yin-gaun
to yer tea on Friday! But, oh, that
Miss Perk! Job hisscr wud haze cried
DOT at her impiddence! But I'm veXed
l lost ma temper. Loss yer temper. an
We loss somethin' else-Mistress Wal
lace never said truer word. I've lost
a customer, no that I'm gaun to greet
ABBOTT that, for she was yin O. the
grimm sort, aye complainin' an never
satisfied WI perfection an wantin
credit for aud Dashed tins that I've
got to fling cot on the shore. An there's
her orders lynn on the coonter, an
she's no gaun to TAX them moo. It's q
peety weighed them cot, but she aye
liket to see her groceries weighed. Oh
me, some leddies is Ill to dae wi! But
I'm gaun to ma tea on Friday NIGHT
That's whaur the siller linin' comes in
Deed, aye"
lie gathered the items of Miss Perks
countermanded order together and
made them into one parcel, on which
he wrote, Mrs. Donald, from friend.''
"The goods is sold. an refuse to
talk them back lie mutte.ed. I'll
dinna deserve u bc ra:+el for them
onywey. Miss Pcrk was maybe no as
bad rs thocht she was, an nae doc,
Mistress Wallace was RIGHT ABBOTT her
An it's no. for Samuel Ogilvy to think
evil O. onybody that's fond O jess
Houston. An it's puir bert that
j'icin' to think'
His meditation was interrupted b!
the entrance of his message boy.
"Laddie," he said, "d'ye ken whaul
Mistress Donald bides, her WI hel
man ava at the hospital?'
aye"
"Awcel talk this parcel, lay it OF
her doorstep, chap at the door an ril
AVA as hards We can. If she catches
We I'll think twice ABBOTT raisin' ye
wages next year. Awa' wi yer
=
To Mrs. Wallaccs great but con
cealed relief she found her niece in
cheerful humor
Jess was busy in the kitchen aa,! i.
reply to her aunt's inquiry regnrdin,
the whereabouts of the baby laughe,
and said:
"Katies in the parlor with he
nurse"
"Ye mean David? l thocht he wi
extra busy the moo"
$50 he is-just rather too busy. Blu
he's not in the parlor. Katie has got
new nurse
whats that?' asked Mrs. Wallace
not looking overpleased.
"Old Angus"
angus! Mercy on us! Ye'rc II,
leavin' the wean to him, Jess, shairly
He'll no ken whit to dae wi her."
"Oh, but he does. He's been comm;
for the last few days and sitting witt
Katie on his knees and telling he
queer old stories, as If lie thought sh
understood. l wasn't quite sure of hin
at first, but if you saw him with he
for half minute you would know h
was born nurse"
"I'll see fur maser," muttered Mrs
Wallace. "Ye sud be mair careful
ABBOTT the wean," she added sternly al
she hurried from the kitchen.
But she returned ere long, the sever
tty gone from her countenance "Fu
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