The Detroit times., 1913-03-13
CHAPTER VII.
Simon p. Groot Does Business

Simon p. Groot Does Business.
To his surprise, Kent. turning into
the village Square, found the GROVE
still lingering. A new focus OF interest
had drawn II TO a spot opposite Ster
rett's store. where "a wagon, decorated
in the most advanced style OF circus
art, shone brilliant In yellow and
green. Bright red letters across the
front presented TO public admiration
the legend:
SIMON p. GROOT
SIMON PURE GOODS
stout projection rested on one o.
the rear wheels. Here stood the pro
prietor OF the vehicle. while behind
him In window were displayed his
wares. 1t was evident that Simon p
Groot followed the romantic career OF
an itinerant hawker dealing in thai
wide range OF commodities roughly
comprised in the quaint term. yankee
notions" Before the merchandising
voice came 10 the new arrivals ears
as anything more than a confused
tumble, Kent was struck with the ex
pansive splendor OF the mans GEES
lures. the dignity Of his robust figure
and the beauty OF broad whitening
beard that spread sidewise like the
ripples from boats stem. Two blem
ishes unhappily marred the majesty OF
Simon p Groot's presence; pair OF
pin-head eyes, mutually attracted to
each other. and mean and stringent
little voice. Freed OF these draw.
backs, his oratory might well. one
could not but feel, have rolled in any
OF our legislative chambers more
superDly and just as Intellectually as
much of the other oratory therein
practiced. That the Annalakans were
truly spellbound by it was obvious. In
deed, Kent was at loss TO under
stand the depth OF their absorption UNI
Ill he had come within the scope OF
the high piping words.
There, gentlemen and ladies'
Simon y. Groot was saying. there in
that place OF vast silences and Unfold
ing shadows ] met and addressed one
who was soon to be no more.
Madam | said, you are worn. You
are wan. You are weary. Trust the
chivalry OF one who might he your
father Rest and be comforted as
with balm. Standing by the roadside.
she dropped like a flower. There is
no rest for me, said she in mournful
tones I must away upon my mission
Stay. babe her. Ere you go, but
touch your lips TO this revivifying
hagon. De Lorimer's Life Giving
Tonic, free from intoxicants. poisons,
and deception. boon TO the blood. a
balm TO the nerves. prop TO the flag
ging spirit She looked. she tasted
she drank New color sprang 10 her
cheeks. Her form pulsated with JOY
Gus vigor. Aged sir said she, / know
not your name; but II the blessings OF
harried spirit are OF avail, your
sleep will be sweet this night OF
this wonderful balm. ladies and gentle
men ofeAnnalaka, 1 have still few
bottles left at the low price OF half a
dollar each. Sickness flies before II.
Amalgamating at once with the blood
impurities. and rehabiltates man. wo-
man. and child, body, soul and mind"
The shrill voice rose and fell, the
wide beard quivered with the passion
of craftsmanship, the gaudy bottles on
the shelf were replaced by half-dolars.
until the market tagged Whereupon
again the orator took-up his tale
Ever shall | give thanks for that
inestimable privilege, the privilege Of
having given cheer to one on the brink
OF a dreadful doom. She vanished.
that fair creature, into the forest
looked at my watch-the unerring.
warranted, siXteen-je chronomet-
er which | shall presently have the
honor OF showing to you at the unex.
ampled price Of three-seventy-an