The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-10-29

never neS1tated To- allow h1mSolf any
indulgence which would not interfere
with business. He had one ambition in
life-to marry Miss Mercer and get a
share in the house. Miss Mercer was
as ugly as a millionaire's tombstone.
Mr.. BERTHE Leon-who, when his mus
tache was not dyed nor his hair CREASED,
was really quite q handsome fellow
considered that the sacrifice he pro-
posed to make in the interest Of trade
must be made good to him in some way.
So, "by way Of getting even, - he made
violent love to all the pretty eyes he
met in his commercial travels to
should have found favor in the strabis-
mic optics of Miss Mercer" he OBJ
served disrespectfully.
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Simple Susie, who had seen nothing
Of young men besides the awkward and
blushing clodhoppers of CLANCY Creek,
was somewhat dazzled by the free-and-
easy speech and manner of the hard
checked bagman. Yet there was some
thing in his airy talk and point blank
compliments that aroused a faint feel,
ing Of resentment. which she could
scarcely account for. Aunt Abigail
was delighted with him, and when he
bowed his adieux at the gate in the
most recent Planters House style she
cordially invited him to CALI to drop
in any time: he must be lonesome SO fur
from home" .
He said he wouldn It neglect such a
chance, with another Planters House
bow; - - ,,, . !,
Aunt Abigail.
lawful conceited and not overly po.
lite,o said Susie as she took off her
bonnet and went into a revel Of bows
and trimmings.
The oftener Albert Leon came to Mrs.
Barringer' s bowery cottage, the more
the old lady was pleased with him and
the more the young one critized him,
until it was plain to be seen that Aunt
Abigail was growing tired Of him and
pretty Susan dangerously interested
But just at this point his memorable
carpet-bag dragged him off to a neigh.
boring town, and Susie soon afterwards
went back to CLANCY Creek.
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Her Jacksonville hat and ribbons
made her what her pretty eyes never
could have done-the belle Of the neigh
borhood. Non cuivis contingit adir<
Lutetiam, but to village where ne
one has been at Paris the country-tow1
is a shrine of fashion. Allen Golye1
felt vague sense Of distrust chilling
his heart as he say Mr.. Simmons rib
bons decking the pretty head in the
village choir the Sunday after her re
turn, and, spurred on by a nasceni
jealousy Of the unknown, resolved tt
learn his fate without loss of time. But
the little lady received him with such
cool and unconcerned friendliness
talked SO much and so fast about he]
visit, that the honest fellow was quite
bewildered, and had to 60 home K
think the matter over and cudgel hi
dull wits to divine whether she wal
pleasanter than ever, Or had drifted al
together out Of his reach.
Allen yGolyer was, after all, mai
Of nerve and decision. Hewasted onl,
a day or two in doubts and fears, any
one Sunday afternoon, with beating
but resolute heart, he left his Sunda,
school class to walk down to Crysta
Glen and solve his questions and lear
his doom. Whe'n he came in sight O.
the widows modest house he saw
buggy hitched by the gate. as: e- -.
7Dow Padgett's chestnut sorrel, b,
iing! What is Dow after out hereof
It is natural, if not logical, tina
young men should regard the visits O
all other persons Of their age and Sc:
in certain quarters as serious impro
priety.
But it was not his friend and crony
Dow Padgett, the liveryman, who cam
out Of the Widows door, leading by tn
hand the blushing and birding Susi