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"We'll be sure this paper is all straight before you do sell, Mrs. Atterson." "Why, I just won't sell!" she exclaimed. "Uncle Jeptha never said nothing in his will about giving this option. And that lawyer says that in a couple of years the farm will be worth a good deal more than this Pepper offers." "Why, Mrs.
"But perhaps, even at that, it might be well to hold him off until you have got the present crop out of the ground." "Oh, I won't go to law," said Mrs. Atterson, decidedly. "No good ever come of that." After a time Mr. Strickland invited them both into his private office. The attorney spoke quietly of other matters while they waited for Pepper. But the real estate man did not appear. By and by Mr.
But Hiram was not so sure. He had this additional trouble on his mind from this very hour, though he never said a word to Mrs. Atterson about it. But every night before he went to bed be made around of the outbuildings to make sure that everything was right before he slept. Hiram caught sight of Pepper in town one day and went after him.
Well, my name's Pepper. Mebbe I'll be out to see her some day," he said, and turned away. "He's one of the people who will discourage Mrs. Atterson," thought Hiram. "And he has an axe to grind. If I decide to take the job of making this farm pay, I'm going to have the agreement in black and white with Mrs.
His profit was to have come out of the second year's crop and, he felt, out of that bottom land which had so charmed him on the day he and Henry Pollock had gone over the Atterson Place. Riches lay buried in that six acres of bottom.
"Other farms pay; why not this one?" rejoined Hiram, sententiously. "Of course," he added, his native caution coming to the surface, "I'd want to see the place to look it over pretty well, in fact before I made any agreement. And I can assure you, Mrs. Atterson, if I saw no chance of both you and me making something out of it I should tell you so." "But but your job, Hiram?
Twenty-five per cent of all the profit of the Atterson Eighty during this second year was to be his own. The moment "Mr. Damocles's sword", as Mother Atterson had called it, was lifted the young farmer jumped into the work. He had already cut enough wood to last the family a year; now he got Mr.
He knew his name was Pepper, and that he did something in the real estate line, and insurance, and the like. "Jest listen to what this man says, Hiram," said Mrs. Atterson, grimly. "My name's Pepper," began the man, eyeing Hiram curiously. "So I hear," returned the young farmer. "Before old Mr. Atterson died we got to talking one day when he was in town about his selling." "Well?" returned Hiram.
"And then they might want to take me away and I'd fight, tooth and nail, if they tried it." "What?" gasped Hiram. "Of course I would!" said the girl. "Do you suppose I'd give up Mother Atterson for a dozen families or for clothes and houses or, or anything?" and she ran into the house leaving the young farmer in some amazement. "Ain't that the girl of it?" he muttered, at last.
And another day, she might have the fancy to turn him off. "No, sir," spoke Hiram, more firmly. "It is useless. I am obliged to you; but I must stick by Mrs. Atterson." "Well, my lad," said the Westerner, putting out his hand again. "I am glad to see you know how to keep a promise, even if it isn't to your advantage.
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