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When people sit up on purpose to look out for the ghost, he rarely comes; in the case of the "Lady in Black," which we give later, when purposely waited for, she was never seen at all. Specially ghostly noises are attributed to the living but absent. A man of letters was born in a small Scotch town, where his father was the intimate friend of a tradesman whom we shall call the grocer.
This meekness on the part of a powerful man moved the girl, and a little later she went to the doorway and said to the crowd generally, "It's a wonder some fellow wouldn't open a cantaloupe or something." Haney put his finger to his mouth and whistled to the grocer opposite. He came on the run, alert for trade. "Roll up a couple of big melons," called Haney, largely.
Doubtless, however, in his civic robes he would remind one that he was a grocer, for it was the note of Edinburgh, of all lowland Scotland, to rise out of ordinary life to a more than ordinary magnificence, and then to qualify that magnificence by some cynical allusion to ordinary life.
He put his name to the receipt, and, scarcely knowing what he was about, thrust the package of money which Silas handed him into his pocket and walked out of the store. "There goes the proudest boy in the United States," said the grocer. Yes, David was proud, but he was grateful, too.
Nor was it that the figs were moist and pulpy, or that the French plums blushed in modest tartness from their highly decorated boxes, or that everything was good to eat and in its Christmas dress; but the customers were all so hurried and so eager in the hopeful promise of the day that they tumbled up against each other at the door, crashing their wicker baskets wildly, and left their purchases upon the counter, and came running back to fetch them, and committed hundreds of the like mistakes, in the best humour possible; while the grocer and his people were so frank and fresh that the polished hearts with which they fastened their aprons behind might have been their own, worn outside for general inspection, and for Christmas daws to peck at, if they chose.
"See them three 'ouses at the bottom of the 'ill? The end one's mine." We approached. No sign of the wife. Surely she would be on the look-out for her husband? Also there was a sister and a brother-in-law the latter in a prosperous way of business as a grocer near-by: Briggs had told me of them. Would not they be watching for him? I began to be anxious.
As for serving the King, there in plain view was Gogyrvan Gawr, for anyone who so elected, to regard and grow enthusiastic over: Gogyrvan might be shrewd enough, but to Jurgen he suggested very little of the Lord's anointed. To the contrary, he reminded you of Jurgen's brother-in-law, the grocer, without being graced by the tradesman's friendly interest in customers.
My grand-girls never lose their interest in it, and it has been photographed and sketched more times than there are fingers and toes on the sheep. The expenditure for equipment, from separator to sheep, was $354. I bought six butter-carriers with ice compartments for $3.75 each, $23 in all, and arranged with the express company to deliver my packages to the grocer for thirty cents each.
Rosamund had a dazed look. "Who was that behind the counter?" she asked, under her breath. "Mr. Jollyman. Why?" The other walked on. Bertha kept at her side. "What's the matter?" "Bertha Mr. Jollyman is Mr. Warburton." "Nonsense!" "But he is! Here's the explanation here's the mystery. A grocer in an apron!" Bertha was standing still. She, too, looked astonished, perplexed.
"Just everything ducks and drakes, that's all." "Well, ye must ate a good, hearty meal now, and that'll refresh ye," observed his mother, genially and feelingly. "Thompson" she was referring to the family grocer "brought us the last of his beans. You must have some of those." "Sure, beans'll fix it, whatever it is, Owen," joked Callum. "Mother's got the answer."
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