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Updated: June 21, 2025
Before I was twelve years old the hull town had seen it, and they wasn't nothing else expected of me except not to be any good. That had its handy sides to it, too. They was lots of kids there that had to go to school, but Hank, he never would of let me done that if I had ast him, and I never asted. And they was lots of kids considerably bothered all the time with their parents and relations.
But I ain't ever asted him, and whut's more, I never will. He ain't the kind you could go to him astin' him personal questions about his own private affairs. We-all here in town just accept him fur whut he is and sort of let him be. He's whut you might call a town character. His name is Mr. Dudley Stackpole."
"Well, he done sort ob hinted t' me ef we all knowed how de fire done start. I says as how we did, dat we done start it ourse'ves fo' practice, an dat we done expected it all along, an' were ready fo' it. Course I knows dat were a sort of fairy story, Massa Tom, but den dat cigarette-smokin' Frenchman didn't hab no right t' asted me so many questions, did he?" "No, indeed, Rad.
"Eradicate is speaking figuratively," Tom said, with a laugh. "Dat's what I means," the colored man went on. "I done fooled him. When he asted me about de fire I said it didn't do no damage at all in fack dat we'd rather hab de fire dan not hab it, 'case it done gib us a chance t' practice our hose drill." "That's good," laughed Tom. "What else?"
"I mout," says Hank, "and then agin I moutn't. I don't see as it's no consarns of yourn, nohow." I knowed he was going, though. Hank, he never missed a circus. "Well," I says, "they wasn't no harm to ast, was they?" "Well, you've asted, ain't you?" says Hank. "Well, then," says I, "I'd like to go to that there circus myself."
Hank, he looks at me like I'd asted fur a house 'n' lot, or a million dollars, or something like that. But he don't say nothing. He jest snorts. "Hank," I says, "I been doing right smart work around the shop fur two, three years now. If you wasn't loafing so much you'd a noticed it more. And I ain't never ast fur a cent of pay fur it, nor " "You ain't wuth no pay," says Hank.
The darky chuckled. "Ah done fohgot 'em befoh you evah asted 'em, suh. Thank you, suh!" As I passed into the big, central living-room, Paisley came in. "What was this I saw in The Sun?" he asked. "The sort of rot that nasty sheet always prints," I said. "Nothing to it of course. I thought not. You don't feel like golfing?" I shook my head. "Not to-day, old chap.
But I ain't ever asted him, and whut's more, I never will. He ain't the kind you could go to him astin' him personal questions about his own private affairs. We-all here in town just accept him fur whut he is and sort of let him be. He's whut you might call a town character. His name is Mr. Dudley Stackpole."
Damon, and then took his leave, flying back home in the airship. "Gen'man t' see yo', Massa Tom," announced Eradicate, as he helped Tom wheel the monoplane back into the shed. "Is that so, Rad? Where is he?" "Settin' in th' library. Yo' father am out, so I asted him in dere." "That's right, Rad. Who is he, do you know?" "No, sah, Massa Tom, I doan't.
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