Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 275, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 November 1911 — HE KNEW HIS FATE. [ARTICLE]

HE KNEW HIS FATE.

“Silas, my lad," said the grocer to his new assistant, “who bought that mouldy cheese today?” “Mistress Brown, sir,” was the youth’s reply. "And the stale loaf we could not sell last night?" "Mistress Brown, sir.” “Where’s that lump of rancid butter that baker refused?” “Mistress Brown bought, it, sir,” was the answer. “And the six eggs we could not sell a week since?” "Mistress Brown —Are you ill, sir?" asked Silas, as the grocer turned green and groaned. » “No, no!” Only I’m going to tea at the Browns* tonight,” replied the unhappy man, as he wiped the perspiration from his face and sank into a chair.