Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1905-10-11

wipe ger teet!" exclaimed her d1t,t.
I'm jist new done washin' the waux
cloth. Ma certy! D. We think want q
garden in ma lobby fur yer man to
plant carnations in? Aw, thatll dae.
Ye medina rub a hole in MA mat. Come
ben the hoose."
SURPRISING laugh, Jess entered the
cottage and followed Mrs. Wallace to
the kitchen.
you've been baking, Aunt Wallace"
she remarked as she unpinned her
plain straw hat.
faye, I've been bakin'. If We had
come simmer We micht haze gotten
lesson, but ye're over late noo."
I'm very sorry" murmured Mrs.
Houston, half humbly, half defiantly.
"Were you baking scones?y
II wisna bakin' cahootchy anyway.
Haze We been tryin' onythin' in that
line lately, Jess? But suppose no.,
fur Davie wis lookin' wcel the last time
I seen him. Tits! I'm jist jolsin. Yell
be baker yet. Keep LIGHT bert an
LIGHT haun' an mind the sody, an
" ~ luh II ooI SSOllGo III LII slb5Slss Wy,
but ye're drest the NIGHT, lass!' Mrs.
Wallace exclaimed as the young wom-
an removed her jacket. whit did We
pey fur. that? A bonny penny, I'm
thinkin'."
you mean my blouse? 1 made it
myself, aunt"
did We? Weel, it's no. bad, mo- bad,'
said Mrs. Wallace slowly. Pm gled
to see ye've mo- fit over mony falderals
about it, like some O. the lasses We see
here on the Sawbnth. Plain claes fur
plain folk-thats ma motto. Deed,
az, plain claes fur
II suppose you never cared about
ribbons and things when you were a
girl, Aunt Wallace"
"Eh? Wits that ye're sayin'!
Mphm! I've nae time fur ony mair
haverin'. l thocht We said We cam
early to help me-"
$50 did. What can dog" asked
the other, checking smile.
"Ye can gang an set the table in the
paurlour. The cloths laid, an We ken
whaur to get the dishes, the best ylns.
Be canny VII them, Jess. I'll be efter
We in twa minutes"
jess departed to the parlor and pro-
ceeded to lay the tea things, humming
merry tune to herself. She WAS in
gay spirits for less than an hour ago
she had posted the money required to
meet the bill due by David to Hardy
& Son, the timber merchants. 1t had
been terribly anxious three months
for the young wife, and she was only
too well aware that her husbands af-
fairs We're still far from being in a
sound condition, but the first difficult
steps in the direction of prosperity had
been taken, and for the moment she
allowed herself to rest and be thank
full and glad, seeing the goal of her
desire less distant perhaps than it rcal
lY was. Hope carries Il rare pair OF
fieldglasses, and an occasional scrap
of success is sufficient to keep them
clean and bright.
Mrs. Wallace entered the room. bear
ing two plates of scenes, and paused.
surveying her niece's handiworl.
"AIphm!" she said at last. .::ThatlI
dae. But did l no tell We Master
Ogilvy was comm to his tca?"
"AIr. Ogilvy?" Jess shook her head.
AYE, Master Ogilvy, the grocer ye
KEN
Mrs. Houston tried not TO look sur
prised or amused. "Oh, yes" she said
and retired to tie cupboard.
Her aunt's voice followed her SIS
there onythin' wrang in Master Ogilyy
comm to his tea, or is there onythin'
peculiar"
"Of course not, Aunt Wallace" re-
piled Jess from behind the door.
"Weel, dinna rattle ma guild dishes
us If We had the palsy. Haze we mo- got
a. the dishes We need YETI"
yes. Here they are" And Jess
came forth, her countenance abnormal
ly grave, but rather flushed.
"Whit ails We, JESSE
Nothing nothing"
"Yc're maybe wee thing surprised
ut Master Ogilvy comm to his tea:"
well, you see, didn't know lie was
such friend Of yours, aunt
II dinnu say he wis, but I'm kin %
vexed fur the man." said Mrs. Wallace.
half gently, half contemptuously. Hes
aye complainin' ABBOTT bad trade, an
that's a thing Gamma thole in Il man.
An yet he's no. a hard man. ! wis
passin' his shope the ither day when n