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Himes, that certain feelin's toward them that was is like the leaves of the oak-tree and can't be blowed off even by the fiercest tempests of affliction, still them leaves will wither in the fall and turn brown and curl up at the edges, though they don't depart, but stick on tight as wax all winter until in the springtime they is pushed off gently without knowin' it by the green leaves which come out in real life as well as nater."
Marietta Himes was a woman with a gentle voice and an appearance and demeanor indicative of a general softness of disposition; but beneath this mild exterior there was a great deal of firmness of purpose. Asaph had not seen very much of his sister since she had grown up and married; and when he came to live with her he thought that he was going to have things pretty much his own way.
"Johnnie," she whispered again, "the that there thing they ride in the otty-mobile hit broke down, and Zack was over to Pres Blevin's blacksmith shop a-he'pin' 'em work on it all day yesterday. You know Pres he married Lura Dawson's aunt. Neither Himes nor Buckheath could git it to move, but by night they had it a-runnin' or so hit would run.
"Isn't Marietta Himes a good deal of a freethinker?" asked Thomas. "A what?" cried Asaph. "You mean an infidel?" "No," said Thomas, "I don't charge nobody with nothin' more than there's reason for; but they do say that she goes sometimes to one church and sometimes to another, and that if there was a Catholic church in this village she would go to that.
"Well, for God's sake," retorted Pap Himes testily, "why don't you wed the gal and be done with it? You wed Johnnie Consadine and get that writin', and I'll never tell on you 'bout the old man and such; and you and me'll share the mine." Shade gave him a black look. "You're a good talker," he said sententiously. "If I could do things as easy as you can tell 'em, I'd be president."
She wished to get the little packet into which she had made Gray's letters months ago, dreading to look even at the folded outsides of them, tucking them away on the high shelf of her dress-closet at the Pap Himes boarding-house, and trying to forget them. Nobody would know where to look but herself. She got permission from Mavity to go upstairs.
Whirling upon his adversary, he grappled him in his long arms, hugging like a grizzly, and shouting: "You, Gid Himes, wha'r's my specimens?" He shook the stranger savagely. "You an' Shade Buckheath you p'ar o' scoundrels give me back my silver specimens! Give me back my silver ore that shows about the mine for my little gal." "Uncle Pros!
"Everybody always has been mighty good to me all my life," Laurella Himes was saying to Mandy, Beulah and the others. "I reckon they always will. Uncle Pros he just does for me like he was my daddy, and my children always waited on me. Johnnie's the best gal that ever was, ef she does have some quare notions."
"Pap," said the girl, urgently, "the baby ain't fit to go to the mill to-night if ever she ought. You said that you'd get day work for them all. If you won't do that, let Deanie stay home for a spell. She sure enough isn't fit to work." Himes faced his stepdaughter angrily. "When I say a child's fitten to work it's fitten to work," he rounded on her. "I hain't axed your opinion have I? No.
She said she'd do the best she could I never heered a gal speak up pearter most of 'em would be 'shamed to name it out so free. Why, if it was me, I'd walk her down to a justice's office an' wed her so quick her head'd swim. "Who's that talking about getting married?" called Johnnie's voice from the street, and Johnnie herself ran up the steps. "Hit was me," harangued Pap Himes doggedly.
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