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It was an old story to Isom, and, with a shake of impatience, he turned out the door of the mill, and left old Gabe droning on under his dusty hat to Steve, who, being heavy with "moonshine," dropped asleep. Outside the sun was warm, the flood was calling from the dam, and the boy's petulance was gone at once.
"Where did you get him?" demanded Pitkin. "Outen that stall yondeh," said the stable hand, pointing. "That was where you put your colt, wasn't it?" asked Pitkin, turning to Uncle Gabe. "Yes, suh, I put him there all right, but this ain't him." "Oh, come now," laughed Pitkin, "you've been thinking it over and you're afraid you've picked the wrong one. Be a sport, Gabe; stick with your bargain."
What could it mean? Natalie looked upon it in astonishment. "Where did you get this?" she asked. "My poor ole man gabe it to me, de last time I sees him, and he takes anoder like it, and say, 'Phillis, we will keep dem; dey's not quite as 'spressive as de garultypes ob missus's, but when you sees dat, you may know dat old Bingo am tinking ob you."
And he took to that men's club scheme like an old maid to strong tea; the rest of the improvements went into dry dock to refit while Admiral Gabe got his men's club off the ways. "'Twas the billiard room that made the minister hanker for a men's club. That billiard room was the worry of his life.
And, Gabe, after you've worn tailored suits every year for a dozen years, you can't go back to twenty-five-dollar ready-mades and be happy." "You could if you loved a man," said Gabe stubbornly. The hard lines around the jaw and the experienced lines about the eyes seemed suddenly to stand out on Effie's face. "Love's young dream is all right.
"Near three thousand, counting overdue interest." "Well, I'm sorry for old Stephen," said Gabe, returning to his game. "If anybody deserves a peaceful old age he does. He's helped more people than you could count, and he was the best Christian in Greenvale, or out of it." "He was too good," said a Greenvale man crustily. "He just let himself be imposed upon all his life.
There was always, even to the last, something feminine in Martin Culpepper's face when he laughed a kind of alternating personality of the other sex seemed to tiptoe up to his consciousness and peek out of his kind eyes. As he laughed with Ward the colonel spoke: "Criminy, but that's like him. He's over there talking to Gabe Carnine on the corner now. I know what he's saying.
He came in at nine o'clock to-night, and the damn Pop judge put his bail at $15,999 to cover his alleged shortage, and the stinker won't accept us old boys on the bond Phil and Watts and Os and the Company 'C' boys I could get before the judge went to bed, and Gabe Carnine, the gut, would not sign would not sign old Mart's bond, sir, and I hope to be in hell with a fishpole some day poking him down every time his slimy fingers get on the rim of the kettle.
That night Old Man Curry had a visitor who entered his tackle-room, hat in hand and bowing low. "Set down, Gabe," said the old horseman. "How's Pitkin by this time?" "He got a headache," answered Gabe soberly. "Humph!" snorted Curry. "Should think he would have. That boy fetched him a pretty solid lick. Glad he didn't hurt him any worse for the boy's sake, I mean." "Yes, suh," said Gabe.
There'd been a row among the two leadin' stockholders, Gabe Sterzer and 'Major' Gordon. Them two double-back-action millionaires practically owned the trust, and the state 'twas in, and the politics of that state, and all the politicians. Each of 'em run three or four banks of their own, and a couple of newspapers, and other things, till you couldn't rest.
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