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Updated: June 25, 2025
Once in a while I'd have to go down town on some bus'nis in the evenin'. She didn't seem to mind it at fust, but bom-by she got it into her head that the' wa'n't so much bus'nis goin' on as I made out, an' though along that time she'd set sometimes mebbe the hull evenin' without sayin' anythin' more 'n yes or no, an' putty often not that, yet if I went out there'd be a flare-up; an' as things went on the'd be spells fer a fortni't together when I couldn't any time of day git a word out of her hardly, unless it was to go fer me 'bout somethin' that mebbe I'd done an' mebbe I hadn't it didn't make no diff'rence.
Many's the time right in bus'nis hours, when I've wanted to ask him how he wanted somethin' done, he'd be busy talkin' hoss, an' wouldn't pay no attention to me more'n 's if I wa'n't there." "I am glad to feel," said John, "that you can not possibly have any unpleasant feeling toward me, seeing that you resigned as you did." "Cert'nly not, cert'nly not," declared Timson, a little uneasily.
"'Little matter o' bus'nis, I says, lookin' as smilin' 's I knew how, an' holdin' the box behind me. "'What you got there? she says, slewin' her head 'round to git a sight at it. "'Little matter o' bus'nis, I says agin, bringin' the box to the front an' feelin' my face straighten out 's if you'd run a flat iron over it. She seen the name on the paper.
"I ben aware fer some time that the' was a movement on foot in your direction," he said. "You know I told ye that I'd ben int'ristid in the oil bus'nis once on a time; an' I hain't never quite lost my int'rist, though it hain't ben a very active one lately, an' some fellers down there have kep' me posted some. The' 's ben oil found near where you're located, an' the prospectin' points your way.
"You alwus lived in the city?" he said at last. "It has always been my home," was the reply. "What put it in your head to come up here?" with another stare. "It was at Mr. Harum's suggestion," replied John, not with perfect candor; but he was not minded to be drawn out too far. "D'ye know Dave?" "I have never met him." Mr. Timson looked more puzzled than ever. "Ever ben in the bankin' bus'nis?"
"I won't open my head to a livin' soul," she declared. "What was it?" "Wa'al, I don't know 's I ever told ye," he said, "but a good many years ago I took some little hand in the oil bus'nis, but though I didn't git in as deep as I wish now 't I had, I've alwus kept up a kind of int'rist in what goes on in that line." "No, I guess you never told me," she said.
The's a good many fast quarter hosses," remarked Mr. Harum, "but them that c'n keep it up fer a full mile is scurce. What you goin' to do about the music bus'nis, or hain't ye made up your mind yet?" he asked, changing the subject. "I like Mr.
"Oh, yes," said David, "old Billy's father left him some consid'able pers'nal, but after that was gone he went into the morgidge bus'nis as I tell ye. He lived mostly up to Syrchester and around, an' when he got married he bought a place in Syrchester and lived there till Billy P. was about twelve or thirteen year old, an' he was about fifty.
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.
I was down to New York to see him, an' we hadn't got things quite straightened out, an' he says to me, 'I'm goin' over to Newport, where my wife an' fam'ly is, fer Sunday, an' why can't you come with me, he says, 'an' stay over till Monday? an' we c'n have the day to ourselves over this matter? 'Wa'al, I says, 'I'm only down here on this bus'nis, an' as I left a hen on, up home, I'm willin' to save the time 'stid of waitin' here fer you to git back, if you don't think, I says, 'that it'll put Mis' Price out any to bring home a stranger without no notice.
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