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Updated: May 13, 2025
Over the doorway was an electric sign Mr. Strout's store was nearly deserted. About ten o'clock Abner came in. "I say, Strout, it's just scrumptious. They got three times as many goods as you have. An' there's a smoking room back of the store with a sign over the door 'Exclusively for Loafers. Loaf and Enjoy Your Soul. They say a poet feller named Whitman writ that last part.
Beers the auctioneer whose once rotund voice had now become thin and quavering, sold off the remaining stock and the fixtures. Then the curtains were pulled down and the door locked. The next day Mr. and Mrs. Strout and family left town. "What's become of Strout?" Quincy asked his son, who had just returned from Fernborough. Another month had passed since the auction sale.
There were two scales on the long grocery counter. Mr. Strout tampered with one of them by affixing two pounds of lead to it which he covered with gold paint to hide the deception. Bob Wood's hen was weighed in the fraudulent scales and beat Mr. Quarles' by a half pound, the clergyman's being really a pound and a half the heavier.
Maxwell mourned the loss of her son Obadiah, who had been gored by an angry bull and found dead in the West pasture. For a wonder, Mr. Strout showed some sympathy, perhaps because the little boy was his namesake. The Rev. Caleb Howe had passed away. In his place the church had called the Rev. Hudson Quarles, a bachelor of forty, whose hobby was fancy fowls.
Carringford had made a mistake in her purchase of the property in Mullen Lane, it was because she had been badly advised, if not actually cheated, by the sly old fellow who had for years owned the property which he had taken for a bad debt. Abel Strout had doubtless been glad to get rid of the Mullen Lane place, and for the first payment made upon it by Mrs. Carringford.
"Say, Strout, they're putting up a new sign on the Hawkins House. Come and see it." Mr. Strout walked leisurely to the window and put up his hand to shade his eyes. Great white letters on a blue ground. "By George, Strout, there's going to be another grocery." Mr. Strout did not speak, but walked back behind the counter. Abner went to see the sign raising. Mr.
"Then my love for the father will be invisible I'll shower my affection upon his offspring." Quincy, after introducing his sister to Mr. Strout and his wife, expressed his regret that his wife was so unnerved by the runaway that she was unable to accompany him. Mr. Strout, in turn, expressed his regrets, as did Mrs. Strout, then he added: "Miss Sawyer, we'll have to pay you a commission.
He left the store, and one by one the "loafers" followed him as no one had the courage to break the silence that fell upon the company after old Mr. Hill's departure. Mr. Strout, left alone to close up the store, was more angry than ever. "What cussed fools. I was hitting back at Abner and they thought the coat fit and put it on. They'll come round again.
"He would for you," Abner blurted out. "If you think so much of him, why don't you come in and do his work for him?" said Strout. "When you were going to buy this store, and Mr. Sawyer got ahead of yer, yer promised me a job here as pay for some special nosin' round I'd done fer yer but when yer got in the saddle you forgot the feller who'd boosted yer up.
Marryin' inter the Sawyer family 'counts for it, I s'pose." Hiram was used to hearing covert slurs and open flings at the Sawyer family, but had found replies only provocative of attacks upon himself, so he listened in silence. Mr. Strout took up the letter.
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