The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-11-30
Selling Nest
Eggs
b. CLARA pELAFIELD
e. isas. western Newspaper Union,

"WML wha. What d'you aye q, want want me me
Klaus. the grocer. aggressively. II
can't Lay 'em over again for you.
can If~
Little Mrs. Phillips faced him with
blazing eyes. Three Of those eggs
were bad" she answered, "and that
means that there's chickens In the
other nine. didn't pay you forty
cents dozen for bad eggs"
II didn't guarantee them eggs" re
torted Klaus. who was as hot-tem
pered as his customer. "If you bough,
nest eggs, that's up 10 you. Guaran
teed eggs at sixty-fve."
~WIn you take them back. o.
won't your
"Be darned II I WILL" said Klaus.
You needn't hook for any. more Gus
tom from me-"
Don't want you Your trade isn't
worth a darn" said Klaus.
Little Mira Phillips went home bit.
Ing her lips. She was not the sort
to sit down under an insult. She
vowed that Klaus should pay for 1t.
Klaus, fiery as he was. was an easy
going man In many ways. He never
bore a grudge. Mrs. Phillips did. And
the two were old enemies.
She was in Klaus store next day
as sweet as honey, buying sugar and
tea and coffee and cheese-but no
more eggs. Neither made any refer
ence to the past. Klaus soon forgot.
! Little Mrs. Phillips smiled rs she
looked ut what lay in warm corner
of the kitchen, the temperature
gauged Just right. She took all the
trouble In the world to hatch those
eggs. And when, nearly two weeks
later, nine fluffy little chickens
emerged, she felt that triumph was at
hand.
The chickens grew into fowls, as
chickens will. They were white Leg
horns-a valuable breed. One day
little Mrs. Phillips arrived outside
Klaus store with three cockerels,
Klaus had a meatshop annex.
"Want some cl;ickens?" she asked
Klaus set a price on them. 'Didn't
know you was raising chickens, Mrs,
Phillips" he said.
"They say 1t pays, and I'm trying
out few" answered the little woman
eyes, that will be satisfactory"
She laughed as she pocketed the
money. Remember one day six o:J
seven months ago you sold me some
nest eggs?" she asked.
Klaus, who had forgotten, looked al
her sheepishly. "Oh, guess that was
Jest a Misunderstanding, Mrs. Phil.
lips" he said. "No ill-feeling on either
side."
"Not the least In the world" Mrs
Phillips returned. "Only these cock
erels hatched out of those eggs, Mr.
Klaus"
"WelL swami" calculated Mr.
Klaus. "Kind Of q comeback, Mrs
Phillips"
"Oh, It's all in a friendly way, Mr.
Klaus" she answered. II guess owe
you a good deal for selling me those
nest eggs. I meant to get even with
you and hatched them out, and that's
what turned my thoughts toward
chicken raising"
"Well, I swami said Mr.. Klaus
That's what call real enterprise
yes, indeed, .Marm."
by the way, my hens are beginning
to lay" said the little woman. u
suppose you don't want any eggsr
"Why. yes, can always use eggs
Mrs. Phillips. How many did you hap
pen to haveY'
"Oh, can let you have a dozen to.
morrow said Mrs. Phillips.
She arrived the next day with q
dozen eggs In basket. Klaus bought
them. He did not ask II they were
new-laid. He took 1t for granted. But
1t was hery-faced grocer whom Mrs
Phillips encountered the next time
she went into his store.
'Doggone It, Marm," he exploded
''them eggs you sold me was all bad
Ny best customer bought 'em from me
Mrs Cohen-and she's been raising
cain about 'em."
I'm sorry, Mr.. Klaus" said little
Mrs. Phillips sweetly, "but you see
they weren't guaranteed. You DOM
want me to lay them over again fol
you, Mr.. Klaus, do your
Klaus thin lips went up into q
sneer. $50 that's the game, hey?" HI
demanded.
"fhat certainly Is the game" re
sponded Mrs. Phillips sweetly, as she
left the store.
But the cream Of the joke would
come two or three weeks later wher
Klaus began to discover that h,
couldn't hatch those eggs. They
weren't the kind that hatch.
That was why Mrs. Phillips had SOLE