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Updated: May 18, 2025
She had come into her expectations; the pre-nuptial dreams of enjoying Isom Chase's wealth were suddenly at hand. Together with the old rifle and Isom's blood-stained garments, the coroner had taken away the little bag of gold, to be used as evidence, he said.
"Ollie, she said she never would make you put in the rest of your time there if she had anything to say about it. But she said if Judge Little got them letters of administration he was after she expected he'd try to hold us to it, from what he said." "No matter, Mother." "And Ollie said if she ever did come into Isom's property she'd make us a deed to our place." Mrs.
The animal started out of the doze into which it had fallen while the quarrel went on. Joe grinned, thinking how even Isom's dumb creatures took every advantage of him that opportunity offered. But he left his warning unfinished as for words. There was no need to say more, for Isom was cowed.
He stood where he had stopped at Joe's warning, and now was pulling up his sleeves as if to begin his bloody work. "You two conspired against me from the first," he charged, his voice trembling; "you conspired to eat me holler, and now you conspire to bring shame and disgrace to my gray hairs. I trust you and depend on you, and I come home " Isom's arraignment broke off suddenly.
As the coroner had need of but six, and these being soon chosen, the others had no further pleasure to look forward to save the inquiry into the tragedy. After examining the wound which caused Isom's death, the coroner had ordered the body removed from the kitchen floor.
"You've come here to work, not to trifle your days away sleepin'. A good dose of strap-oil's what you need, and I'm the man to give it to you, too!" Isom's foot was heavy on the floor over her head, moving about as if in search of something to use in the flagellation.
When the coroner arrived in the middle of the forenoon he found no difficulty in obtaining a jury to inquire into Isom's death. The major and minor male inhabitants of the entire neighborhood were assembled there, every qualified man of them itching to sit on the jury.
On the brow of every cliff he would stop to look over the trees and the river to the other shore, where the gray line of a path ran aslant Wolf's Head, and was lost in woods above and below. At the river he rode up-stream, looking still across it. Old Gabe Bunch halloed to him from the doorway of the mill, as he splashed through the creek, and Isom's thin face peered through a breach in the logs.
Isom's starved soul distended over it; the feeling was warm in his veins, like a gill of home-made brandy. He had him, bound body and limb, tied in a corner from which he could not escape, to send and call, to fetch and carry, for the better part of two good, profitable years.
It was enough for her that sunny afternoon, and sufficient to her shallow soul, to know that she was safe. She lay warm and restful in her bed while the neighbor women set the house to rights, and the men moved Isom's body into the parlor to wait for the coffin which Sol Greening had gone after to the county-seat.
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