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I clucked an' git-app'd, an' finely took the gad to him a little; but he only jest kind o' humped up a little, an' stood like he'd took root." "Wa'al, now!" exclaimed Mrs. Bixbee. "Yes'm," said David; "I was stuck in ev'ry sense of the word." "What d'ye do?"
Bixbee," he interrupted, "I did know how kind you are and would have been, and if matters had gone on so much longer I should have appealed to you, I should have indeed; but really," he added, smiling at her, "a dinner like this is worth fasting a week for." "Wa'al," she said, mollified again, "you won't git no more herrin' 'nless you ask fer 'em."
Bixbee after a moment of waiting. "Wa'al," said David, "the' ain't much to tell, but it's plain I don't git no peace till you git it out of me. It was like this: The young feller's took holt everywhere else right off, but handlin' the money bothered him consid'able at fust. It was slow work, an' I c'd see it myself; but he's gettin' the hang on't now.
Bixbee apologetically as she let him in, "an' so I come to the door myself." "Thank you very much," said John. "Mr. Harum told me to come over a little before one, but perhaps I ought to have waited a few minutes longer."
Wa'al, I ain't goin' to give you the hull fam'ly hist'ry, an' I've got to go into the kitchen fer a while 'fore dinner, but what I started out fer 's this: 'Lish fin'ly settled over to Whitcom." "Did he ever git married?" interrupted Mrs. Cullom. "Oh, yes," replied Mrs. Bixbee, "he got married when he was past forty.
Bixbee, after a minute or two, in which she appeared to be following up a train of reflection, "much of anythin' about John's matters. Hain't he ever told you anythin' more 'n what you've told me? or don't ye want me to know? Didn't his father leave anythin'?" "The' was a little money," replied her brother, blowing out a cloud of smoke, "an' a lot of unlikely chances, but nothin' to live on."
"I reckon you haven't followed theater-goin' much after that," she said to her hostess. "No, ma'am," Mrs. Bixbee replied with emphasis, "you better believe I hain't. I hain't never thought of it sence without tinglin' all over.
Bixbee sat for a moment with her large, light blue, and rather prominent eyes fixed on her brother's face, and then she said, with a slight undertone of anxiety, "Was you cal'latin' to have that young man from New York come here?" "I hadn't no such idee," he replied, with a slight smile, aware of what was passing in her mind. "What put that in your head?"
But I had to go through the pufformance the third time before he got it into his head that if he didn't go when I wanted he couldn't go when he wanted, an' that didn't suit him; an' when he felt the whip on his shoulder it meant bus'nis." "Was that the end of his balkin'?" asked Mrs. Bixbee. "I had to give him one more go-round," said David, "an' after that I didn't have no more trouble with him.
He told me that his father's head clerk told him that the old gentleman had tried fer a long time to dispose of it; but it called fer too much to develop it, I guess; 't any rate he couldn't, an' John's got it to pay taxes on." "I shouldn't think it was wuth anythin' to him but jest a bill of expense," observed Mrs. Bixbee.
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