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Buck Fuson is the wrong kind o' man to have round. He's ben a stealin' my co'n now fer two weeks and mo'. Ef I kin ketch him right out, and give him a fa'r shamin', he'll quit the Turkey Tracks fer good. So fer as Elmiry and the chaps is consarned, they'll be better off without Buck 'n what they is with him."
He closed Graham's unwilling fingers over the money and skipped away. Sighing, Graham gave over the unequal argument. "Well, if you're satisfied, my boy.... But I'll have to write to Elmiry for it." "Telegraph." "Telegraph!" Graham laughed. "That'd kill Lew Parker, I guess." "Who's he?" "Telegraph operator and ticket agent." "Well, he won't be missed much.
"Yes," was the reply; "and the statues on the sides are those of Penn and Franklin." Just at that moment two women, evidently from the country, came sauntering along and halted near our party. "What building 's that?" asked one of the other. "It's right nice-lookin', isn't it?" "Yes; and don't you see the name there up over the door?" "Oh, yes, to be sure! Pennsylvany! Goin' in, Elmiry?"
He can't play a tune, but he keeps trying. Folks around here call him Piper Tom. "Of course I wouldn't want Mrs. Allen to know, but I've thought that sometime when he was away and there was nobody there to see, I'd just step in for a few minutes and take a look at his goods. Elmiry Jones says his calico is beautiful, and that for her part, she's going to trade there instead of at Allen's.
Elmiry an' the boys must do the chores. So, Susanna, you must get Maud out'n de barn, an' go after de hoss. It's a long trip, an' I'm sorry ye hav ter go. Susanna replied: "Don't be troubled, pa. I can ride as good as a man. I will gladly go, and try my best to find Chester." Her marvelous eyes shone with a brilliant light, and in a few minutes she was gone.
An' how she looked the fust day she stood in the door o' my cabin up thar kem ter nuss Elmiry through that spell she hed o' the scarlet fever. An' arterward she says ter me: 'Ye do manage s'prisin', Justus; an' I be goin' ter save ye some gyardin seed out'n my patch this year, an' ef ye'll plough my patch I'll loan ye my horse-critter ter plough your'n.
"I had laid out to take James and call on Elmiry," she said, stroking her apron thoughtfully, while a shadow crossed Mr. Ball's expressive face; "but I guess I'll wait now till I get my new black silk. I want her to know I've done well." A warning hiss from the kitchen and the odour of burning sugar impelled Aunt Jane to a hasty exit just as Winfield came. Uncle James followed them to the door.
"Don't let that trouble you, James," she answered, serenely, "the washin' can be put out to the Widder Pendleton, her as was Elmiry Peavey, and the rest ain't no particular trouble." "Aunty," said Ruth, "now that you've come home and everything is going on nicely, I think I'd better go back to the city. You see, if I stay here, I'll be interrupting the honeymoon."
An' the gals kin kem an' l'arn ter sew an' churn, an' sech, long o' 'Dosia. An' how they loved ye, 'Dosia special Elmiry!" His eyes filled with sudden tears. They did not fall; they were absorbed somehow as he resumed: "Sech a superflu'ty o' frien's nowadays! Ef 't warn't they'd count fur all they're wuth in the ballot-box, I'd hev no use fur 'em. I kin sca'cely 'member thar names.
Ball stroked his stained beard. "I useter," he said, reminiscently, "afore I was merried." Joe whistled idly, still watching for Hepsey. "Young feller," said Mr. Ball, again, "there's a great deal of merryin' and givin' in merriage in this here settlement, ain't there?" "Not so much as there might be." "Say, was your mother's name Elmiry Peavey?" "Yes sir," Joe answered, much surprised.
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