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As Love's memorial_.

There were few bigger men in the West of Scotland than Fergus Teeman,
the grocer in Port Ryan. He had come from Glasgow and set up in quite
grand style, succeeding to the business of his uncle, John M'Connell,
who had spent all his days selling treacle and snuff to the guidwives of
the Port. When Fergus Teeman came from Glasgow, he found that he could
not abide the small-paned, gloomy windows of the grocer's shop at the
corner, so in a little while the whole shop became window and door,
overfrowned by mere eyebrows of chocolate-coloured eaves.

He had a broad and gorgeous sign specially painted in place of the old
"_John M'Connell, licensed to sell Tea, Coffee, and Tobacco_," which
had so long occupied its place. Then he dismounted the crossed pipes and
the row of sweetie-bottles, and filled the great windows according to
the latest canons of Glasgow retail provision-trade taste. The result
was amazing, and for days there was the danger of a block before the
windows. It was as good as a peep-show, and considerably cheaper. As
many as four boys and a woman with a shawl over her head, had been
counted on the pavement in front of the shop at once--a fact which the
people in the next town refused to credit.

Fergus Teeman was a business man. He was "no gentleman going about with
his hands in his pockets"--he said so himself. And so far he was right,
for, let his hands be where they might, certainly he was no gentleman.
But, for all that, he was a big man in Port Ryan, and it was a great day
for the Kirk in the Vennel when Fergus Teeman led his family to worship
within the precincts of that modest Zion. They made much of him there,
and Fergus sunned himself in his pew in the pleasing warmth of his own
greatness.

In the congregation from whence he had come he had not been accustomed
to be so treated. He had held a seat far under the gallery; but in the
Kirk in the Vennel he had the corner seat opposite to the manse pew.
There Fergus installed his wife and family, and there last of all he
shut himself in with a bang. He then looked pityingly around as his
women-folk reverently bent a moment forward on the book-board. That was
well enough for women, but a leading grocer could not so bemean himself.

In a few months Fergus started a van. This was a new thing about the
Port. The van was for the purpose of conveying the goods and benefits of
the Emporium to the remoter villages. The van was respl