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"An' yit," continued the cripple, earnestly, "ef thet old-time war ever busts loose afresh hit'll make these hyar numerous small streams, in a manner of speakin', run red with men's blood an' salty with women's tears, too, I fears me. I've done dream't of a time when all thet pizen blight would be swep' away from ther hills like a fog an' I sought ter gain yore aid in hastenin' thet day.
Oh, hit'll sure fix that there fine slim body of your'n, an' that there pretty face what he likes ter look at so, an' them fine clothes'll be all wet an' mussed an' torn off you. You-all sure will be a-lookin' worse'n what I ever looked the next time he sees you, you with your no-'count, half-gal and half-boy name!"
"Hain't you larnt her how to read an' write an' cipher?" asked Teague. "I started in," said Mrs. Poteet, "but, Lord! I hain't more'n opened a book tell she know'd mor'n I dast to know ef I wuz gwine to die fer it. Hit'll take somebody lots smarter'n' stronger'n me." Teague laughed, and then relapsed into seriousness. After a while he called Sis.
But Sally Turk clutched the arm of Will Turk's wife in fingers that were tight with the obduracy of despair. "I've got ter see Will," she pleaded. "Fer God's sake, don't deny me. Hit's ther only thing I asks of ye now an' hit's a matter of master int'rest ter Will es well es me. I'll go down on my knees ef hit'll pleasure him but I've got ter see him."
Something else, too, he must have given him, for the old man came away from the cupboard grinning broadly, and ostentatiously wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Great work you've done, Parker, a great work." "Yes, yes, Mas'," grinned the old man, "now ef Jim can des' stan' out his p'obation, hit'll be montrous fine." "His probation!" exclaimed the master.
I got shoes, a'ready these here'n; but this ole gingham's the onlies' dress I got, an' hit's a sorry lookin' thing! Mr. Bowser sez ef I don't hanker arter shoes I don't hev ter hev 'em; he sez his store'll leave me take their wu'th outen sumthin' else. I reckon hit'll be all right ter the trustee!" "What trustee do you mean?" Jane asked.
Hif ye'll hadvance me a dollar or so on me wages hit'll be a long time hafore I trouble ye hagain." The farmer had received too broad a hint not to know that Mrs. Wiggins was intent on renewing her acquaintance with her worst enemy. He briefly replied, therefore, "It's too late to stop now. I'll be coming down soon again and will get your things." In vain Mrs.
They tried to stop Will Banion they did trade some with Woodhull. They're nigh to Humboldt by now an' goin' hard. Miss Molly, gal, he's in ahead o' the hull country, an' got six months by hisself! Lord give him luck! Hit'll be winter, afore the men back East kin know. He's one year ahead thanks ter yer lie ter me, an ter Kit, and Kit's ter his General. "Gold!
I reckon ye knows, since ye knows all things, thet hit'll kill me ef I loses him, an' though I hain't nobody but jest Sally Miller, an' ye air Almighty God, I wants ye ter hear my prayin', an' pertect him." Fifteen minutes later, Lescott, standing at the fence, saw a strange cavalcade round the bend of the road.
Ye've done been spyin' hyar, ever since Jesse Purvy got shot, an' all thet time ye've done been watched yeself. I reckon hit'll be healthier fer ye ter do yore spyin' from t'other side of the ridge. I reckon yer allowin' ter git me ef Purvy dies, but we're watchin' ye." Jim Asberry's face darkened, but he said nothing. There was nothing to say.
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