The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1907-06-08

| for the first time the banns of mar
| riage between John Fergus, bachelor,
and Mary Jane Wilson, or McGlashan,
| widow, both of this parish"
Its indecent, that's what it Isl"
said Mr.. banks, the fish merchant.
when say it is indecent, / refer to
| this intimation O. merriage that fell on
us a. the day like thunderbolt, and
tell We, Joseph Ridhorn, that ma
| opeenion O. this proposed merriage
| is"
90 nae value to onybody."
We'll see ABBOTT that! What has
that auId miser John Fergus, done for
the kirk, / ask ye?" demanded banks
fiercely.
He's never done onything to dis
grace it, anyway"
What dye mean?'
in ither words" Hplied Mr.. Red
horn calmly, Il wud suggest the ad-
visabeelity O. yer keepin' yer nose for
yer fish an no for pokin' into ither
folks affairs
Especially" went on the painter,
"the affairs O. man that lost his best
arm in a railway accident when ne
was little mair nor youth.
That's naethin' to dae wi him bein'
a miser," the elder snapped fiercely.
IF he lost his arm, Providence sent
him a legacy o. fully three thousan'
pound the vera same year, an Provi-
dence never intendit him to pit by
the bigger hauf O. the interest"
. Maybe, Peter banks, maybe. Bein'
) an elder, we've dootless ha' mair COM
munications wi Providence than yer
humble servant"
, "Humph, Dae We mean to tell me
, that Jane McGlashan, whas fifty II
she's a day, is merryin' John Fergus
for onything but his siller?" Mr.. banks
cried bitterly.
I'm mo- tellin' We onything. But
I supposin' she is merryin him for his
siller. what business is it o yours or
e mines? Nevertheless, l believe her
: wee shop keeps her comfortable
q though We wudna think there was
muckle profit on sweeties an tobaccy
an newspapers, ct cetera. Dinna ex
1 Clue yeTSel MolotCi DNhnS
That's ma advice to you
But Mr. banks was not satisfied.
e He'll be Twin on her, an savin
s every penny O. his interest" he said
s viciously.
Mr.. Redhorn stopped short In hi.
walk.
= See, Master Danks!" he said sharp
~ r;s fire.
lob, an didna haggle ABBOTT the price
AS for Mrs. McGlashan she gied me {
bottle o. medicine last year that curet
e ma indigeestion-an I'm Mistress Nc
IS Glashans freen for life. An, mind We
e Peter banks, If We try to max on!
2. mischief ABBOTT this merriage, III for
:. get ye're an elder, an'-as shair as mi
names Joseph Ridhorn-Tll conn
when ye're sleepin' an pent yer hoosI
. pea-green, wi bad words in scarlet OF
u the door,"
% Whereupon Joseph left the dunn
founded elder, and made for his mod
est dwelling
n AS Joseph rested after hearty mea
n brilliant idea suddenly struck him
a 1t took him full week to -acquir
). courage sufficient fer the carrying on
Of his brilliant idea.
At last, about eight o'clock, on al
II October evening. he stepped stealthil
e from his door. About furlong be
q yond the village he came to cottag
standing by itself on a half-acre G
ground. A faint light filtered out be
10 tween the closed shutters on the righ
"a hand window.
.Weel, here goes," he said, hal
aloud, as he stood on the steps an
knocked on the door.
The door was opened an inch and
3. voice shouted, "Wha's that?"
Is Its me-Joseph Ridhorn," reptile
Ie the painter.
Fergus hesitated. "Weel, We hes
come in," he said at last. It's no
II NIGHT for the doorstep for man c
1t beast"
% Mr.. Redhorn followed his unwillin
10 host into the kitchen.
sit DOOM" said the other, pushin
= chair nearer the hearth, and tal.in
- another for himself.
u "Thenk ye," replied Mr.. Redhorl
IN "Wud We try ceegaurette?"
Il dinna smoke" he said quietl
"Thenk We a the same, Joseph Ri
u. horn"
10 A long silence followed. But tn
" thing had to be faced, and at last
=. forced himself into speech.
Il was gaun to tell We, Master Fe
gus, hoo managed to commence tt
~ smokin'. Ye see, l used to be a ma
u tyr to dyspepsia, If We ken what tn;
is, an l thocht ma case was hopele.
till yer wife" Fergus started
iy mean yer intendit-gi'ed me samp
is o. mixture. An moo I'm a new mar