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Mars Jim was a little s'picious er seein' a po' w'ite man wid sech a fine creetur, but he fin'lly 'greed ter gib de man fifty dollars fer de mule, 'bout ha'f w'at a good mule was wuf dem days. "He tied de mule behin' de buggy w'en he went home, en put 'im ter ploughin' cotton de nex' day.
Dem ole bridges might go down mos' any time. An' dishyer road up yere, it mighty hard to navigate foh er grea' big hebby contraption lak er threshin' machine en er engine. Mos' eve'y year he gits stuck. Las' year tuk er day en er ha'f to git him out. No'm; he's got de rights." "Yes, but, Unc' Zenas, that wheat mustn't be left go to waste." Aunt Dolcey spoke up.
He contented himself with a cynical remark which fired the other's volcanic temper so that he could scarcely hold his hand. "Me good to her," he said, with a shrug. "You wus good to her, wus you? You who knew her man wus livin'! You, as mebbe has ha'f a dozen wives livin'. You wus good to her! Wal, you're goin' to pay now. Savee?
Gifted followed him into a dingy apartment in the attic, where one sat at a great table heaped and piled with manuscripts. By him was a huge basket, ha'f full of manuscripts also. As they entered he dropped another manuscript into the basket and looked up. "Tell me," said Gifted, "what are these papers, and who is he that looks upon them and drops them into the basket?"
He saw the flush of shame on Scipio's face. He saw him open his mouth to speak. Then he saw it shut as he left his tub and came towards him. Bill waited, his cunning telling him to keep up his pretense. Scipio did not pause till he laid a hand on his arm, and his mild eyes were looking up into his keen, hard face. "Bill," he said, "you can have ha'f my claim and and I'll take your dollars.
But he wa'n't such a prophet in Israel then as he's come to be since, and folks wa'n't acquainted with his personal beauties. "'What are you starin' at? he asks. "I fetched a long breath. 'Nothin', says I. 'Nothin'. "But for the rest of that next ha'f hour I went around in a kind of daze, as if MY wig had gone and part of my head with it.
Why, blast it!" he added earnestly, "if he was to come into my shop to-morrow and tip that old high hat of his, and smile and say 'twas a fine mornin and 'How's the good lady to-day? and all that, he'd get ha'f the meat there was in the place, and I wouldn't say 'Boo'! I jest couldn't, that's all." This frank statement was received with approving nods and a chorus of muttered "That's so's."
I had a week, anyhow, and it ain't ha'f over. Land sake!" he burst forth, "d'you s'pose I ain't been thinkin' 'bout it? I ain't thought of nothin' else, hardly. I bet you I've been over the whole thing every night sence we had that talk. I go over it and GO over it. I've thought of more 'n a million ways to ask her, but there ain't one of 'em that suits me.
"'Twas great, shipmate, and you deserved it!" declared magnanimous Captain Jerry, wringing his hand. "'Tain't ha'f what you ought to have, Eri," said Captain Perez. "I haven't said much to thank you for savin' Luther," whispered Miss Patience, "but I hope you know that we both appreciate what you done and never 'll forgit it."
Er man dat wuz over ter de Peter's house say da gwine take 'em erlong as witnesses, an' dat's whut skeered me. I's mighty glad ter see you ain't takin' on no wus den you is. I wuz erfeared dat you gwine ter holler like er devil-skeered lady at er camp-meetin'." "Kintchin, I have put my faith in the Lord." "Yas'm, dat's whut I done 'bout ha'f my faif in de Lord an' tuther ha'f in my laigs.
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