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Fact on't is, he says, 'it don't make a cent's wuth o' diff'rence to me person'ly which way the dum'd road comes in, an' I don't jest this minute see why I should spend any money in it. "'There's the princ'ple o' the thing, I says.
"'Yes, he says, gettin' out of his chair, 'of course, there's the princ'ple of the thing, an' wa'al, I'll think it over an' see you agin, he says, lookin' at his watch. 'I got to go now. "Wa'al, the next night," proceeded Mr. Harum, "I went down to the hotel agin, an' the' was about the same crowd, but no Staples.
Finally he allowed that if he had some money he'd go West 'n take up some land, 'n git along like pussly 'n a flower gard'n. He ambitioned that if his mother 'd raise a thousan' dollars on her place he'd be sure to take care of the int'rist, an' prob'ly pay off the princ'ple in almost no time. Wa'al, she done it, an' off he went.
Harum, "the next night the' was quite a lot of 'em in the bar of the new hotel, an' Staples was haranguin' away the best he knowed how, an' bime by I nodded him off to one side, an' we went across the hall into the settin' room. "'I see you feel putty strong 'bout this bus'nis, I says. "'Yes, sir, it's a matter of princ'ple with me, he says, knockin' his fist down onto the table.