The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1907-05-18

and Mary Jane Wilson, or McGlashan
widow, both of this parish.
It's indecent, that's what 1t is
said Mr. banks, the fish merchant
when / say 1t is indecent, | refer to
this intimation o merriage that fell on
us a the day like a thunderbolt and
! tell We, Joseph Ridhorn, that ma
opeenon o this proposed merrlase
is"
90 nae value to onybody."
Wen see ABBOTT that, What has
that aud miscr, John Fergus, done for
the kirk. | ask ye?' demanded Dauks
tiercey.
He's never done onyhing to dis
grace it, anyway"
What dye mean
In ither words" replied Mr.. Red,
horn calmly, u wud suggest the ad-
visabeelity o yer keepln yer nose for
yer fish an no for pokin' into ither
folks affairs
Especially" went on the painter
"thc affairs o man that lost his best
arm in a railway accident when he
was little mair nor youth.
That's naethin' to dae wi him bein'
q miser," the elder snapped tiercely.
IF he lost his arm, Providence sent
him a legacy O fully three thousan
pound the vera same year, an Provi-
deuCe never intendt him to pit by
the bigger hauf O. the interest"
Maybe. Peter banks, maybe. Bein'
an elder, we've dootless ha' mair com
muncations wi Providence than yer
humble servant"
"IIumph, Dae ye mean to tell me
that Jane McGlashan wha's fifty If
shes day, is mcrryin' John Fergus
Tor ouythng but his sller?' Mr. banks
cried bitterly
I'm no tellin' We onything But
suppusin she is merryin him for his
siller what business Is 1t o yours or
mines? Nevertheless. believe her
wee shop keeps her comfortable.
though ye wudna think there was
mucklc profit on sweetles an tobaccy.
an newspapers, ct cetera. Dinna ex-
cite yersel' further. Master banks.
That's ma advice TO you
But Mr.. banks was not satisfied,
Hell be Twin on her, an savin'
every penny o his interest" he said
viciously.
Mr. Redhorn stopped short in his
walk,
See, Master Danks," he said sharp
iy. John Fergus gi'ed me ma first
fob, an dldna haggle ABBOTT tho price.
As for Mrs, McGlashan she gi'ed me a
bottle o. medicine last year that cured
ma indigeeston-an I'm Mistress Nc
Glashans freon for life An, mind ye,
Petog banks. II ye try to max ony
mischief ABBOTT this mcrriage. I'll for
get we're an elder, an'-as shair as ma
Games Joseph Ridhorn-lll come
when ye're Gleepin' an pent yer hoose
pea green, ri bad words in scarlet on
the door"
Whereupon Joseph left the DUN.
founded elder, and made for his mod
est dwelling
As Joseph rested after a hearty meal
. brilliant idca suddenly struck him,
1t took him fun week to- acquire
courage Sufficient for the carrying out
of his brilliant idea,
At last, about eight o'clock. on an
October evening, he stepped stcalthily
from his door. About a furlong be.
youd the village he came to cottage
standing by itself on halfacro OF
ground \ faint light Uttered out be
tween the closed shutters on the right
hand window
"Weel, here goes" he said halt
aloud, as he stood on the steps and
Knocked on the door
The door was opened an inch and a
voice shouted. "Wha's that"
ITS me-Joseph Ridhorn." replied
the painter
Fergus hesitated "Weel. ye best
come in, he said at last Its no q
nicht for the doorstep for man OF
beast"
Mr. Rcdhorn followed his unwilling
host into the kitchen
Sit doom" said the other. pushing
"a chair nearer the hearth, and taking
smother for himself
"Theuk yo replied Mr. Redhorn
"Wud We try coeEaurcttea'
Il dina smoke, he said quietly
"Thoak ye > the same. Joseph Rid
horn
\ long silence followed Hut the
ching had 20 be faced, and at last he