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

That's mo- my feelin', thenk We kindly
a the same. Ma feelin' is somcthin'
mair-aw, hoo can describe it? Eh-
somethin' mair saftlike." With this
Mr.. Ogilvy grew so red III the face that
Jess knew her suspicious were only
too well founded.
I'll tell my aunt about the ham,"
she said from the doorway. "And I'm
sure you don't need to bother about
that. Mr.. Ogilvy."
"Thenk We, thenk ye," he murmured.
"Wud ye mention, think We, that ma
feelin' is-a-kin' o. saftlike?"
But with hasty goodby Jess fled,
and it cannot be definitely stated that
she heard his last sentence
Samuel Ogilry," said the grocer bit
terly to himself, there's mair nor yer
feelin' saftlikc!
Mrs. Houston pushed open the door
Of the workshop and entered with the
regretful feeling Of having neglected
her husband in most unwifelike fash
ion.
Its yerser!' cried the joiner cheer
fully, sliding off a bench upon which
lay an unfinished panel and folding up
the last number of the Gardeners
Chronicle.
Pm sorry I've kept you waiting,
Davie," she said, nodding and smiling
to old Angus, who, after respectfully
returning the salutation, seized large
plane and proceeded to trim piece of
board that lay handy as if he had been
engaged upon it all afternoon.
"Och. We didna keep me waitin'," re-
piled David as he placed the paper in
his pocket. 81 hope We didna hurry for
me, JESSE"
"Of course didn't hurry" she re-
turned, naturally little irritated
But Pm later than said l would be-"
care ye? Deed, thocht it was an
'oor earlier onywey," said David easily,
consulting his old silver watclH But
I'm ready for ye," he added, flinging
his apron on the bench and taking his
jacket from peg in the wall.
"There's no hurry" said Jess, the
least thing coldly. 81 can wait till you
finish the work you were at when
came in"
ooh, was jist takin' keek Mt the
Chronicle. There's fine bit o. writin'
ABBOTT
Whats that under your apron, Da-
vid"
"That? Oh, there's nae hurry for
that. It'll dae fine the MORN
But you're going to Mr. Donalts on S
Il Corriemorc tomorrow
$50 l am. Weel. it'll dae fine the
seXt day. Well ava hame noo.'
How long would it take you to fin
ash that bity' she asked, Indicating the
panel.
NO abin ten mecnits."
"Well, do it now, David, and I'll
wait"
'Na, ma. I'm wantin' ma tea, an so
are you, lass. I'll leave word for Bin
ME to flemish it first thing i the morn
in" He was on the point of telling
old Angus to tell Donald Binnie, when
Mrs. Houston prevented him.
do it yourself, David" she said
Will luc USE u leaving
over ten minutes job?"
"Weel," he said good naturally, hang
ing up his coat and throwing aside the
apron, when come to think O. t, l
believe ye're richt-richt as usual"
And, smiling at his wife, who had seat
ed herself OH stool not far from him,
he selected q sheet of sandpaper and
fell to work
Old Angus, with an effort that rack.
ed his frame, succeeded in suppressing
chuclSle and. winking violently, Went
on with his planning, muttering TO him
self, "She kens the wcy-she kcns the
wey!" over and over again.
Within the time he had mentioned
David blew the last cloud of soft dust
from the panel and smiled again at his
wife, receiving smile in response.
ANGUS" he called as lie donned his
jacket, I'VE can gang moo What's that
ye're workin' at!"
The old man laid down his tool,
stared for twenty seconds at his handi-
work and then looked over at his en-
ployer. IL doot I've dune the-thc
wrang thing" he stammered, holding
| up the board.
Honstons face clouded and his lips
tightened for an instant. Man, We
sudna haze he began.
"Davie," whispered Jess, don't say
| anything" She rose and crossed the
floor to where Angus was standing,
gazing piteously at the fine wood he
had spoiled, for his sight was failing
him and he would not have spectacles.
angus" she said brightly, that's just
what Pm wanting for shelf in the
kitchen. Just the very thing Isn't it,
Davie?" she asked, looking around at
her husband.
But the wudd's faur over guild for
az David was trying to say when he
was checked by u second Isn't it, Da.
vieY"
AYE" he replied lamely. Then, per.
ceiving what was required of him, he
called to the old man: AYE, Angus
It's jist what Mistress Houston was
wantin'. It's may be wee thing to
the lang side, but We can TAX twa-three
inches aft it the morn"
l
But I've dune the wrang thing"
murmured Angus dejectedly.
I'm glad you have, Angus" said
Mrs. Houston cheerily, because now
I'll get my shelf sooner than expect
ed. Now, away and get your tea.'
The old man, with low spoken
good night, left the workshop, but ere
he closed the door behind him he look
ed back mt Jess with benediction in
his eyes, and all the way home he kept
saying 10 himself: ''She kens the wey!
She kens the wey!!'
With her hand Jess was brushing
some powdery wood from David's
waistcoat when he softly exclaimed.
and not without difficulty:
'ie're an awful nice wumman, Jcss!'
X like to see you tidy, Davie.'
II didna mean that. l meant the
wey We saved Angus, for l was gey
wild at him for spilin' that bit wudd.
If ye ladna been here l doot l wud
haze lost ma temper. The wudd was
a special bit for young Master Cocll-
rane-him that's aye workin' at models
am I'll hu'n to SnpI IN tIn tnnn t,, IN