The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1905-08-09


rule"
"what a sinr' exclaimed Mrs Hous-
/ ton sympathetically.
Deed, Mistress Houston / whilcs
try TO think of job helm grocer but
efter a it's maybe Jisa as weel for him
he wasna. doot he wud bs'e feed MP
as l did, though | tried no TO show it.
when a Teddy cam in yin mornin' i'm
! July an ordered an unee O. pepper
/ c0rns 10 be sent hRuf mile I'm hurry
| because her cook was waitin' on them
an she wasna gaun stracht hame. She
I wasna a vera guild customer, but relrt
/ her as nice as possible | was rale sorry
| had uaebody TO send wi her es-
/ teemed order / said esteemed ablow
ma breith. We ken. But she turned on
/ me as If she was a dOochess an me a
/ bit O dirt an spiert in an exceedin' Of
/ fcnsive vice II / didna keep a boy.
/ was that anay | didna care il she
never dnrkened ma door again. an
/ tellt her l did keep a boy, but he was
/ jist a human yin wi twa Arms an
| twa legs an no new patent heein'
machine fit TO cover twa-three hummer
/ mile an 'oor an deliver messages as
, shin as they was oot the customers
[ mooths An she smiled gey soorlike
an said | sud keep mair nor the yin
boy. | was gaun TO gle her reply to
4 that, but iist then the laddle cam IN,
/ an. thiukin' It better no to create a
scene, as it were ! sent him alang wi
the peppercorus."
"Ihut was good Of YOU. Mr. Ogilvy.'
AYE, an / got rich an Draw re
/ wardl She seGt them back the next
| day because they was black an she
wantit white. It's as true ms I'm here,
/ Mistress Houstonr'
Jess tried not to laugh and murmured
something sympathetic well Mr.
Ogilvy, I must be going Thanks fer
sending the things. There's no hurry
for them'
"I'n send them inside the oor The
laddie's az bis tea the moo, but he'll mo-
he lang" said the grocer, who did NOT
want her TO 90 just yet. Yen be gey
! prOod O. David's new place" he re-
marked Il never seon finer liners
shop. | was through Al wi David the
ither day an was tellin' him it sas
iist like n palace eftcr the aud place.
My it was unco clever o. ye TO mind
aboot the insurance. Mistress Hous-
tom ne went on, with admiration In
his voice David tell't me aboot it,
Did he:' said Jess. looking ana feel
ing shy.
Aye, he telrt me Ne're no vexed
at me kennin', are We, Mistress Ious-
tonT
NO no. But there's no need TO say
anything about It TO anybody else"
Il wudna dae that-nae fears. I'm
as secret as ia timed tongue re-
turned the grocer, finding a sudden in
spiratiOn on his counter. Il am that.
Mistress Houston. An l ken fine Da-
vid tell't me aboot il in the fulnoss o.
his hert, for he said. II It hadna been
for ma wife, Ogilvy, | wud be a ruined
man this day That was when he was
lettin' me see the new premises, so TO
speak An he was telin me hoo da-
cent a his big customers haze been in
lettin' the jobs staun till he was in a
posoetion for TO attend TO them. an
when | telrt him il was list because
they kent when they bad Il guid man
he turned on me gey quick an said,
It's the wife that brocht a the luckl
An / believe he wasna faur wrang
Mistress Houston"
Il must really 20, Mr. Ogilvy," the
young woman said, flushing
'Ye'll be gaun TO see yer aunt. may
beg" said the grocer, with exaggerated
carelessness, while he toyed with his
ham knife
NO She went mp TO the town this
} morning"
'She gaed TO the toon this momin'
It's queer ! didna see her gaun to th,
boat. But | mind moo that ma attcn
ton was occupied WI pickin' DOT d
, hauf dizzen chippit eggs FOR Mistress
! Waddoll pnir buddy iiSt when th'
boat was comm in TO the pier An j.
J yer aunt for bidn lang Ina Glesca, Mis-
tress HoustOnsn
( "Oh, no, Shell he home with th'
hast boat tonight"
/ "Iist that Aye. Mphml The las
/ boat the nicht Aye" said the grocer
r with nervous satisfaction. putting dow
+ the knife and absentmndedly layin.
e his hand on a bunch of sausages au'
/. then drawing il away with start "a
The clammy contact.
+ "Nell. goodby just now, Mr.. Ogilyy,'
said Mrs. Houston, turning toward thl
door.
. The grocer, however, seemed not &
hear her for. keeping his gaze fixed Of
the sausages, he continued;
! "Ihe last boat the nicht Aye. Jis
that Eh-what was IT was gaun Il
, say moor lie halted, scratching IA,
tip Of his nose ina thoughtful fashion
while Jess felt both irritated an,
amused. what was IL / was gaun e
sayf7 he repeated Il doot I'm lossin
ma mem'ry"
''Was it anything about Mrs Wal
lace| Jess asked, unable 10 resist put
ting the question
"Weei," returned Mr.. Ogilvy, VIII
, had now reached what might be de
: scribed as a twittering condition, 'weel
/, Mistress Houston, II wudna say
y wasna. In fac, micht venture 80 sa!
tilt was aboot yer highly respecti
= aunt Aye ! wud he tellin' ye an un
= truth II / said IL wasna" Here b.
paused, transferred his gaze from tn
sausages 10 his boots and. heaying
J, soft sigh, passed his hand across hi
I forehead.
. yes, Mr.. Ogilvyg" Mrs. Houston
murmured encOuragingly