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That statue cost Tasper Britt rising sixteen hundred dollars and after he dyed his beard and bought the top piece of hair, the satirists of Egypt were unkind enough to say that he had set his stone image out in the graveyard to scare Hittie if she tried to arise and spy on his new carryings-on. Mr. Britt had continued to be a consistent mourner, according to the old-fashioned conventions.
He had been wondering how to approach the question with Vona without blurting the thing and making a mess of it. He determined to do something that he had not attempted since he had beaued Hittie; he set himself to compose a few verses for a valentine verses that would pave the way for a formal declaration of his love and his hopes. The determination indicated that Mr.
Britt dyed after Hittie died. That was when he was past sixty-five. It was only the familiar, oft-repeated instance of temperament being jounced out of a lifelong rut by a break in wedlock relations. Hittie was his yoke-mate, pulling hard at his side with wages of food and drink.
It was agreed that Britt had a good eye for profit in every line of action; and it was conceded, even by those who did not believe all that was said about spiritist influences in these modern days, that if Hittie really had managed to get at him it was likely that her caustic communications would knock some of the folly out of him. Egypt did not know Vaniman, the outlander, very well.
I have gone after money, but money ain't everything. I reckon that by to-night I can show you honors that you'll share with me they've been waiting for me, and now I'll reach out and take 'em for your sake. Hittie didn't know what to do with money honors would have bothered her. But with a girl like you I can grab in and relish living for the rest of this life." Then Mr.
Out from the gaping windows floated the powdery drift of the plastering which the broad shovels had tackled. The satirists said that it was noticeable that the statue of Tasper Britt in the cemetery had settled down heavier on its heels, as if making grimly sure that Hittie was staying where she could not interfere.
Britt went over to the tavern to get his breakfast. By eating his three meals per day at the tavern he was indulging his new sense of liberty. He and Hittie always used to eat in the kitchen meals on the dot, as to time. The tavern was little and dingy, and Egypt was off the railroad line, and there were few patrons, and old Files cut his steak very close to the critter's horn.
Perhaps if Hittie had been left with the money, after the yoke had been sundered, she would have kicked up her heels in a few final capers of consolation, in order to prove to herself, by brief experience, how much better consistent sainthood was as a settled state.
In a frame, under glass, on black velvet were these items: silver plate from casket, hair switch, tumbler and spoon with which the last medicine had been administered, wedding ring and marriage certificate; photograph in center. The satirists had their comment for that memento they averred that it was not complete without the two dish towels to which Hittie had been limited. Mr.
I suppose Hittie reckoned there was no choice in outside looks, but saw considerable inducement in the home place. Plenty of other women for Usial! Yes! But I can't help thinking that I might be keeping bach hall in my law office if I hadn't got hold of Xoa in my young days. So there's Usial! Right in his rut because he's the kind that stays in a rut. Pegs shoes days and reads books nights.
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