The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1907-06-27

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rage bstEeen Joan FsrEus 5ac1elc-
al MsgT Js1s Wilson. o. IeFlsshzE
r.soW -hOtk q tkis -lariE-
It's lEdscs-t tAats Ebas = is.
sai1 NJ Dznks. tLa Ssh merchant
Whsr : say 4 is iEfscenr. ! refer %
tals iztimatioz O rre-rtaEe that fsl a
-s q tie -sT Ike r.1nce-to.t, z-d
tel -. y0Bsph kic1crr, thz1 "a
ayee1io. q this 9-ugnset hse-riage
is-
o rae valve . or body
WsH see asoot ta1r. Hkat has
t1zt a1-a f1iser. Jg11 FerS-s. co1e foT
tEe nrk. ask ye -eE-z-fed Da1Es
tsrcslF
He's Eersr DIRE 7-gtling 70 tls-
care g. o-ywaT
What dye rzszn
ia hae- wofos. -eglf1 Gr- Rel
h1-n csimg. Wgd s1zzess ne al
rls4hee-liF % Tsr ke@pin. per nose Tor
ger 1s1 a. NJ fgF poElg ir.~ Itaer
,o-ss srars-
Espe,isliF.~ EeuE o. the painter.
tie srsirs o man that s0st his beat
= y away @--44tAA "AE4 -
vas httIs l12ir nor youth
That's asethin' - dae ~ him bein'
a rBiEeT. the elder snapped feTcelT.
II Be los bis arm, PrOvidence sent
him iegacy O fuily three thDuszn'
pouDd the vera sane year. an PrOyi-
1s,ce never intendIt him 70 pit by
re bigger hsuf o the interest"
~NaYb D., Peter Danks, maybe Bein'
al elder. ge'ye doOtiezs la mziF CON
municallOLs III Providence than yer
humble servaat"
"HJmphi Das yc mean 70 tell me
that Jane MeGlasbsn. sha's fifty II
she's a day. u merryin' John Fergus
for ouythirS bui his sillerZ@ Nr. Danks
cried bitterly
~Tm no tei1n' ye Onything Bet
sgpposin' she "a merrylu' him for his
silIer. What business ~ n O. yours or
mines Nevertheless. believe her
ves shop keeps her comfortable.
though 70 Nudua think there was
muckls pr0ft on swesties an tobaccy
an Newspapers. et cetera. Dinna ex-
cite yerseT further, Malster Danks
That's ma advice 70 you"
But Mr.. Danks was not satisfied.
Hell be liFin' on her, an savln'
every penny his interest" he said
vleiOusly.
Mr. Redhorn stopped short in his
walk
See, Master D1nks," he said sharp
~, John Fergus gi'ed me ma first
Job. an didna hazgle aboot the price.
As for Mrs McGlashan she gfcd me a
bottle o. medicine last year that cured
ma indigestion I'm Mistress Nc.
GiaShsns freen for life. An. mind We.
Peter Danks. II ye try to max ony
mischief aboot this merrlage, III for.
get ye're an elder. an'--as shair as ma
names Joseph Ridhorn-Ill come
when ye're sleepiu an pent yer hoosc
Deagreen. Al bad words In scarlet on
the doori"
Whereupon Joseph left the DUN.
founded elder. and made for his mod.
est dwelling
Az Joseph rested after hearty meal
a brilliant idea suddenly struck him.
II took him a full week TO acquire
courage sufficient for the carrying out
Of his brilliant idea
At last, about eight o'clock. or an
October evening. he stepped steaIthily
from his door About a furlong be
yond tbe'yillage he came TO a cottage
standing by itself on a half-acre of
ground. faint light filtered out be
tween the closed shutters on the right.
hand window.
"Weel. here goes" he said, half
aloud as he stood on the steps and
Knocked on the door.
The door was opened an inch and a
voice shouted "Wha's that7"
IT'S me-Joseph Rldhorn." replied
the painter
Fergus hesitated "Weel, ye best
come in.' he said az last ITS no a
nieht Tor The doorstep for man or
beast
br Redhorn followed his unwilling
host into tho kitchen.