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He never took no shine to me I judge he figgered I hadn't no business sharin' Abner's property and I never took to him, much. "Emeline noticed Bennie D. and me wa'n't fallin' on each other's necks any to speak of, and it troubled her. She blamed me for it. Said Bennie was a genius, and geniuses had sensitive natures and had to be treated with consideration and different from other folks.
But Abner's success was only temporary. At the height of a dozen feet he began to slip, and, despite his frantic struggles, he slid gradually to the ground, tearing his coat, which he had not taken the precaution to remove, and blistering his hands. What was to be done?
The first two or three of them came addressed to Giles, but all the subsequent ones were sent direct to Medora. These publications invariably praised Abner's presence for he always towered magnificently on the lecture-platform, and his delivery for he read resoundingly with a great deal of clearness and precision.
The ford was out of the question, so they stalled the old horse in the Mayo barn and borrowed Abner's dory to make the crossing. Mrs. Snow took charge at once of the tired men, and the overtaxed Miss Patience was glad enough to have her do it.
Ben had also written that he had gained the consent of the proprietors of the circus to have the ponies driven for Abner's benefit, and had sent a dainty little carriage and harnesses so that he could ride out as soon as he was able. Chandler Merrill had grown tired of waiting for his pony, and had taken him from the pasture, while Reddy had long since returned the blind horse to its owner.
"I saw him once when I was a boy." "Any relation?" "He married a cousin of my stepmother. What sort of a man is he?" "He's a no-account man shif'less, lazy drinks." "That agrees with what I have heard. How about his wife?" "She's smart enough. If he was like her they'd live comfortably. She has a hard time with him and Abner Abner's her son, and just like his father, only doesn't drink yet.
The plaintive little creature lapsed into silence; great must have been her provocation thus to speak of her own guests. Abner's eyes blazed; his blood boiled with indignation. Such treatment constituted an affront to all art, to his own art literature, to himself. "I have heard of cases of that sort before," he blurted out. "Mr. Giles told me of one only yesterday.
"Thar's lots o' wuck to be did to-morrow, an' the only way to git it did, is to tek a good holt on the day at the start, an' set it squarely on its laigs." "This process of 'setting the day on its legs' is certainly a noisy one," was Abner's first thought next morning as he awoke in the gray dawn to find that the place beside him in the big feather bed had already been vacated by Henry.
Much to Abner's chagrin, he found, on arriving at Oaklands an hour after the interview between Drane and Gilcrest, that Betsy was on a visit to her friend, Mary Winston, who lived near Lexington. Mrs. Gilcrest, however, was unusually animated, and evinced great interest in his recent journey, and questioned him about people and places, changes and fashions in Virginia.
Alas for poor Carlo, if the axe had struck him! But he was wary, and knew something of warlike tactics, and with watchful eye carefully noted Abner's movements. The boy uttered a cry of alarm at the peril of his favorite, but Carlo sprang to one side just as the axe descended, and it was buried in the earthen floor of the cabin so deeply that Abner could not immediately recover it.
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