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By George Murray
"No, I don't need .anything today,
Abraham," said Miss lisa Quentin.
The peddler sighed and began
wrapping up his pack again. "It's a
long time since you bought anything
from me, lady," he said sadly.
"Them's lovely rugs. All grass, and
only two-fifty apiece. They'd bright
en up your parlor so as you wouldn't
know it, miss."
"Not today, Abraham," said Miss
Lisa, casting a glance at her floor,
nevertheless, as the peddler was
quick to observe.
"Now, if you was only married,
lady, what a good trade I'd do with
you," said the peddler.
"Go along with you, Abraham!"
said the pleasant, comely looking
woman. "Want to get me married
so as to sell me your goods?"
"But that's my business, too, lady,"
protested the peddler. "Listen, lady.
When my people wants to get mar
ried they're too modest to go court
ing. So they calls in a marriage
broker, a 'schatchen,' as they calls it,
to see the young people separate and
find out if they're suited. Then, if
everything is all right I brings the
young people together. You ain't so
old, lady, not 40, I guess "
"Go al6ng with you, Abraham! I'm
only 36!" exclaimed Miss Lisa, flush
"All the better, lady. I've married
worse ones than you. You got a bet
ter chance than some. I married a
lady of 68 last month."
"Abraham, how dare you!"
"It's all right," said the peddler.
"All the womans say that They got
to pretend they ain't never thought
of marrying. But they'll always take
a chance. Now let me many you,
miss, and you won't regret it There
is a fine fellow in Sidmouth, only 41
Mr. Frank Jones with a big farm
and horses to breed. You'd like him,
"Abraham, will you go or I'll never
buy anything from you again."
"All right, miss," returned the in
exorable peddler. "And maybe when
I marry you you'll let me take the or
der for furnishing your home."
The cause of Miss Lisa's trepida
tion may or may not nave been
known to Mr. Abraham. The fact
was that the said Mr. Jones had been
an old sweetheart of Miss Lisa's
years before, one among a number,
"All the Better, Lady."
when she was a village belle. Since
then they had met several times, but
there had never been any thought of
It was the following day that Abra
ham renewed his proposition, this
time to Mr. Frank Jones, before
whose door he stopped.
"Mr. Jones, why ain't you never,
got married?" he asked, with a win-
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