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"When Shade found I wouldn't have him," Johnnie began resolutely at the beginning, "he got Pap Himes to take him to board so that he could always be at me, tormenting me about it. I don't know what he and Pap Himes had between them; but something that I'm sure of. And after the old man went up and married mother, it was worse.
It was a breathless August evening; all day the land had lain humming and quivering beneath the glare of the sun. It seemed that such heat must culminate in a thunder shower. Even Pap Himes had sought the coolest corner of the porch, his pipe put out, as adding too much to the general swelter, and the hot, yellow cat perched at a discreet distance.
Himes; "you must make up your mind to act perfectly fairly, Asaph, or else say you will not accept my offer. But if you don't accept it, I can't see how you can keep on living with me." "What do you mean by clothes, Marietta?" he asked. "Well, I mean a complete suit, of course," said she. "Winter or summer?" "I hadn't thought of that," Mrs. Himes replied; "but that can be as you choose."
Laurella had said to Pap Himes that she wanted to sleep, and indeed her eyes, were closed when Johnnie entered the room; but beneath the shadow of the sweeping lashes burned such spots of crimson that her nurse was alarmed. "What was Pap Himes saying to you to get you so excited?" she asked anxiously. "Johnnie, come here.
Mavity Bence, who had given Johnnie her first clothes, was a weaver in the Hardwick mill at Cottonville, Watauga's milling suburb; her father, Gideon Himes, with whom Shade Buckheath learned his trade, was a skilled mechanic, and had worked as a loom-fixer for a while. At present he was keeping a boarding-house for the hands, and it was here Johnnie was to find lodging.
These two were as mad with greed at the thought of the silver mine in the mountains as ever were forty-niners in the golden days of California, or those more recent ignoble martyrs who strewed their bones along the icy trails of the Klondike. "Ye better let me look at 'em Pros," wheedled Pap Himes. "I know a heap about silver ore.
Matthias had memorized the old hymns and he could pick many of them out, having learned to designate them by their first word or line, and this he called reading. "'Pears like I kin read a few himes, Miss Emily," he said. This is the way with us through life.
Johnnie turned puzzled eyes from the rigid face on the lounge Pros had neither moved nor spoken since they lifted and laid him there to the old man at the window. That Pap Himes should be concerned, even slightly, about the welfare of any living being save himself, struck her as wildly improbable. Then, swiftly, she reproached herself for not being readier to believe good of him.
She'll be twistin' 'em about and makin' 'em over to suit the fashions, and it won't be like her to be buyin' new colored goods when she's got plenty of 'em already." There was now another pause in the conversation, and then Mr. Rooper remarked, "Mrs. Himes must be gettin' on pretty well in years."
"We're running so short-handed that I don't know how to get along; and if I try to get an extra man, I find he's out with the searchers. I sent up for Himes yesterday, but him and Buckheath was to go together to-day, taking Mr. Stoddard's car, so as to get further up into the Unakas." Johnnie felt as though the blood receded from her face and gathered all about a heart which beat to suffocation.
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