The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1905-08-07

Aidlrlef VtliNNt III n must NnNAtibn
fashion, an ="
''Aw, the laddic's honest ! can tell
yeaye he's honest"
"Weel he's no ready to quit the
schule II he Gamma tell three frae fower
An eggs an egg"
"Ne never said n trucr word. Mis-
trcss Wallace, but
"An I'll TAX pun O bakin sody.'
"a pun o. bakin' sody,' he repeated
aloud, but to himself he groaned "Oh,
mel Can / NO send her an extra egg
moo an then wi'oot her detectin ~"
Mrs. Wallace picked up her umbrella
and prepared 60 depart
"Wull that be a. the day2r the gro
Ger asked in a tone which suggested re-
gret at her going.
That's the lot. an see an tie up the
three eggs yerser an no trust 20 yer
laddie til he's better up in the coont.
in"
"I'll attend to that" returned Mr.
Ogilvy, checking a sigh Are We fur
Mistress Houston's noow he inquired.
adding "There was a strange young
man in the shop ist afore We cam in
spierln the road 70 Hazel Cottage
had Il on ma tongue 10 tell ye hut
"a young MANI Whit like a young
manT
"Aw. a weel dress "a, genteel lukin
young man. He cam aft the twa o'clock
boat. He was that polite hocht at
first he mlcht he I'm the jam an jelly
line or maybe traivelin' fur yin o. thac
new patent infants foods, ye ken
Thae infants foods IS iist'-
"Nae doot, but whit wis he wantin
at Hazel CottageT
IL cudna say, Mistress Wallace
/ tell't him Davie Houston if IL was
/ him he was wantin', was ava worllin'
az Malster Colman's new boathoose an
/ wudna likely be at hame. an If he had
/ ony business wi Davie he cud leave
message at the shop WI aud Angus"
"An' whit did he sayi'
Gle iist said he was greatly obleeged
an gaed AVA"
Il wunner whit he wis wantin',"
/ muttered Mrs. Wallace. There wis
young man cam af the twa o'clock
boat yin day last week an spiert at the
pier the road 20 Hazel Cottage, but he
never gaed there"
"That was queer" said Mr.. Ogivy.
1T cudna haze been the same young
man. fur he wudna haze needit to spier
twice. But dootless some of the mer
chants in the city n haze been hearin
aboot the big jobs that Davies gettin
an they'll be wantn' to share In his
prosperity, as it,
"Thatll he it. The wudd merchants
an ithers II be wantIn t1 iae business
wi him. ] maun say that marriage
has been the maxim O. Davie Houston,
though / wudna tell Jess that
"She's a clever lass, yer niece, Mis-
tress Wallace" remarked the grocer
I'm thinkin she tak's eftcr her aunt
he added with an effort which brought
the perspiration to his brow.
"EhY' she demanded.
Tit was jist sma' compliment
as it were" he stammered.
"Humph, Compliment! Wen be
hearin' next tha3 ye're takm lessons in
dancin an department. Deed, Master
Ogilvy, ye fairly surprise me whiles.
Ye seem TO be renewin' yer youth like
the eagle. Ha, hal'
Poor Mr.. Ogilvy certainly did not
look much like an eagle as lie mum
bled sadly, "Oh, Mistress Wallace, II
! IL ye jist kent ma feelins. ma inmosi
fee
"Are We no weely' she exclaimed
: The grocer gave her lock that
] would have melted a flint. "Pheesical
/ ly / haze nae lnhrmity, but
Il near furgot to order "A biz emery
2 paper"
! Emery paperT
, AYE, emery paper, man."
"Of coorse, of coorse," said MIR Ogil
r Wy, recovering himself emery paper
And Ee moistened his pencil
= "Weel, ! maun gang. Guid day 4
We Master Ogilvy. Mind, it's thre,
a eggs ye're to send" She left the shol
and turned in the direction Gf Haze
Cottage.
{ For minute Mr.. Ogilvy watched he
c from behind pile Of wooden cheese
d in the window Then he turned away
with a groan, knocking over a larg
pot Of gooseberry jam, Surveying IA
mess at his feet. he sighed;
Samuel Ogilvy. yere jist an eediol
Ye've nae mair sense nor that pul
jaur o. jamw
When, about half past 2, the be
rang, Jess, who had just settled dow
10 an afternoons baking, murmure
impatiently III It's that Miss Per
again, I've a good mind not TO let hC
in. She's always coming when III
busy. If only knew il were she, i
let her ring I'll wait minute an!
way"
She waited till the bell rang a thir
time, and then, without removing n
-four from her arms, she went to IL
| door, saying TO herself. "Shell sure
see I'm busy"
! But the ringer was not the persC
| whose advent Mrs Houston dreade
| On the doorstep stood man Of pc
haps thirty two fashionably dresse
! gloved and with a hothouse flower
! his butt0nhole
Don't You remember mef' he eske
| smiling and holding out bis hand
| The flush on her face deepened, ~
for moment she hesltated. "Alr DO
bic" SHE said slyly.
| YES, but won't you shake hands
j err Mrs HoustonW
i, Jess busted her hand on her viii
H. apron and gave it to linn. though n
20 willingly. In spite Of a kindness receI
= IN received from this man. she wish