Bob Younger's Fate — page 97: what you’re looking at

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88 BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. a third party, even went so far as to approach the - peddler, and offer her assistance in rearranging his stock. | “No, you can gif me no hellup,’’ he said, sullenly. Katrina laughed good-naturedlLy. “If at first you don’d git along, dry, dry clea — Ain’t dot it?’’ The man’s eyes brightened. “Dot vas so. Shall I come to- night?” : “Tf you vant to. Don’t tell nobody, dough,’’ she said, in an undertone. _ After a few more whispered words the pack seemed in its normal condition, and with an awk- ward bow to his adored and the laughing female | ‘standing in the doorway, the peddler made the best of his way to the street. . That night, shortly after dusk, the figure of the vender of tinware might have been seen skulking about the back yard in the alley. He had not been there many minutes, however, when the gate was cautiously opened by the fair Katrina, and ‘‘Yawcob,’’ as he called himself, was admitted. , — 3 She was the only one of the kitchen help who was at home that evening, and was consequently able to take her new found acquaintance to that part of the ' house. Yawcob soon found hiniselt installed in a comfort- able chair, while Katrina sat near and entertained him in the best way of which she was capable. It would probably not be interesting to relate all of their conversation, or even to detail it in their pe- culiar style of utterance, but such facts as properly belong to our story are now given. *“You enjoy living here?’’ m relolajitel eloro) <ero)