Mark Tidd in Business

I don't know how Jehoshaphat P. got back to Wicksville, but he did get back, because I saw him next noon--passed him so our elbows touched. I couldn't help looking right in his...

When I told Tallow and Binney how we'd harpooned Mr. Skip for two hundred dollars they were so tickled they almost jumped out of their shoes. Tallow wanted to go over and stand...

"We n-never can raise five hundred dollars just by s-sellin' things over the counter--not in the time that's left to us before Jehoshaphat P. Skip's chattel mortgage is due. Eve...

Then I knew there was a reason for it, so I didn't make any complaint. Uncle Ike drives the 'bus in Wicksville when he isn't too busy fishing--which is mostly. He's a great frie...

We started right in to nose around, but that smoke-house was pretty nearly air-tight. Dark! Mister, but it was dark! And it was full of cobwebs and smell and dirt. There was jus...

In spite of all we could do, business fell off. It was just as I had argued from the very beginning--there wasn't enough trade in Wicksville for two stores like ours and Jehosha...

On my way home from Mark Tidd's house--where I left Mark and Zadok Biggs eating away at a big dishpanful of popcorn and about a peck of apples--I walked down-town and past the s...

It seems the ministers didn't hear how they were nominated in the beauty contest till Sunday afternoon--at any rate, none of them said anything about it. But Sunday afternoon th...

When I got back to the Bazar from dinner that Saturday noon Mark had a big sign in one window that said the list of candidates with their votes would be put up at two o'clock. I...

Old Mose Miller came slouching into the Bazar just before noon next day. Old Mose lived up the river in a little shanty, but he had a big farm and fine barns and a herd of Holst...

The Wicksville paper told how there wouldn't be any school for six weeks, on account of somebody getting diphtheria. That same afternoon my father didn't get out of the way of a...

For the next three days things were pretty slack with us. What business there was seemed to be going to Jehoshaphat P. Skip, though of course there was just a little trickle of...

By Saturday our beauty contest was getting pretty warm. Folks had talked about it and argued about it till they really got to believe there was some importance to the thing. The...

I thought I'd steal a march on Mark Tidd next morning, and got to the Bazar at half past six instead of seven. I figured he'd come mogging along in half an hour and I'd have som...

I told him as fast as I could. His little eyes began to glow and you could see his chin setting under the fat. He was mad, mad clear through the whole of him.

My father always went to Lawyer Sturgis when he needed any law, so we figured he'd be likely to know about that chattel mortgage. Mark went over to see him and found out that ev...

"Mr. Hoffer," says Mark Tidd, "when you g-get back to your store there'll be a m-man there by the name of Jehoshaphat P. Skip, who'll want to buy your stock."

Mark didn't say a word. I saw him fumbling around in his pocket after his jackknife--and that meant business. He had done a lot of thinking since we started to run the Bazar, bu...

So we went to rummaging, and the mess of things we found was enough to make you blink. We took all the rest of the day for that. Next morning Mark had us clean tables up in fron...