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Where's all your land, you old liar?" asked the young man, who seemed spokesman for the crowd. "It ain't wuth nothin'. I couldn't sell it to-day if I wanted to." "Gimme the land, then, an' we'll take the risk," was the cry. "J'rome and the doctor have shelled out; now it's your turn, or you'll hev the officers after ye." Jerome pushed his way through the crowd.
Laura, she'll have to have the doctor before long, you can see that, an' there'll be another mouth to fill, an' I've been savin' up a little, an' it ain't goin' for me I tell ye it ain't goin' for me, J'rome." All the while poor Henry Leeds, in spite of hot red spots on his cheeks, was shivering violently, but stiffly, like a tree in a freezing wind.
Jerome opened his mouth to shout, but the sick man flew at him with an awful, piteous cry. "Don't ye, don't ye," he wailed out; "I tell ye not to, J'rome Edwards. I 'ain't got any money to pay him with." "But you're sick, Henry," said Jerome, putting his hand on the man's shaking shoulder to steady him. "You'd better let me run after him I can make him hear now. It won't cost much."
"Ye ain't goin' to ride him bare-back?" asked Ozias. "I'm not going to stop for a saddle. G'long!" Jerome bent forward, slapped the horse on the neck, dug his heels into his sides, and was off at a gallop. Ozias followed, still clutching the deed. Abel Edwards came out as he reached the house. "Where's J'rome goin' to?" he asked. "Down to Basset's; somethin's happened.
Says, if I'm willin', I can take as much as I can manage, and let it out myself for bindin' and closin', and he'll pay me considerable more on a lot than Robinson has, cash down. Now you see, J'rome, I'm gettin' older, and I can't do much more finishin' than I've been doin' right along.
The poor young wife was weeping almost like a child. "Do let him call the doctor, do let him, Henry," she pleaded. "There's another thing, J'rome," half whispered the young man, turning his back on his wife and fastening mysterious bright eyes on Jerome's "there's another thing.
They nodded to him with curious respect and formality; after he had passed, the rumble of voices began anew. One woman, whom he met just before he turned the corner of his own road, stopped and held out a slender, trembling hand. "I want to shake hands with you, J'rome," she said, in a sweet, hysterical voice.
She's made so she can't take anybody else's sufferin' to ease hers, an' so's Henry he's like his mother." "Can't you make her take it, Uncle Adoniram?" "She can't make herself take it; but I'm jest as much obliged to ye, J'rome." Adoniram was about to re-enter the house. "She'll wonder where I be," he muttered, but Jerome stopped him.
"Don't ye do it," almost sobbed the young farmer. "It costs us a dollar every time he comes so far, an' he'll say right off, the way he did about mother that last time she was sick when she broke her hip that he'd take up a little piece of land beforehand; it would jest pay his bill. He'll do that, an' I tell ye I 'ain't got 'nough land now to support me. I 'ain't got 'nough land now, J'rome."
"What in creation did he leave twenty-five thousand dollars to that feller for? He wa'n't nothin' to him," Simon Basset stammered, when he first heard the news on Tuesday night in Robinson's store. His face was pale and gaping, and folk stared at him. Suddenly a man cried out, "By gosh, J'rome promised to give the hull on't away! Don't ye remember?"
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