General stores -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; West (U.S.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Philip felt quite competent to manage the business without assistance,
early summer being, like spring, a period of business inactivity;
but within a week he was mystified by the appearance of many people
who had never before entered the store, but who now evinced not only
a willingness but a strong desire to become customers. Referring to
a full list which Caleb had prepared months before, but which until
now had lain unnoticed in the desk,--a list of adults throughout the
county,--Philip found opposite the names of the visitors some comments
not entirely uncomplimentary; among them, "Tricky"; "Shaky"; "Never
believe him"; "Don't sell to her without written order from her dad";
"Thief"; "Require his note, with good endorsement--he can get it"; "Her
husband's published notice against trusting her"; etc. The incursion
increased in volume as time went on, and compelled Philip to say to
Grace, at the end of the seventh day:--
"I didn't suppose there could be so many undesirable people in a single
fairly respectable and small county. They've evidently thought me 'an
easy mark,' as the city boys say, if I could be found away from Caleb's
sheltering wing, but not one of them has succeeded in getting the
better of me. Men talk of the tact needed in avoiding the plausible
scamps who invade business circles in the city, but after this week's
experience I think I could pass inspection for a city detective's
position."
"If you had a list like Caleb's to refer to, so that you might know
what to expect of every one you met," Grace added, with a roguish
twinkle in her eyes, for which the eyes themselves were obscured a
moment, after which infliction Philip continued:--
"I really wish that an important trade or two, of almost any kind,
would turn up, for me to manage without assistance; not that I
underrate Caleb's value, but I should like to demonstrate that besides
having been an apt pupil, I've at least a little ability that is wholly
and peculiarly mine. Then I should like to write Caleb about it; the
honest chap would be quite as pleased as I at any success I might
report, and he would feel less uneasy at being away."
Within an hour or two, a native whom Philip knew by sight and name,
although not one of his own customers, shuffled into the store, and
asked:--
"Don't know nobody that wants to trade goods for forty acre o' black
wannut land, I s'pose?"
"Black walnut timber? How old?"
"Well, the best way to find out's to look at it for yourself."
"Whereabouts is it? I may take a look at it when I get a chance."
"'Tain't more'n two mile off. What's to keep ye from gittin' on yer
hoss now an' ridin' out with me? We can git there an' back in an hour."
"Do it, Phil," Grace whispered. "The horse needs exercise, and so do
you. I can hold the fort for an hour."
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