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She was keen for talk. Between her official communiques to her husband and our driver, she got in this: "Yes, I know Frank Wickoff in Oklahoma City knew him when he was poor as Job's turkey, and then my folks used to borrow money at his bank. Before we came to Oklahoma City we lived in Austin. We ran the Good Luck, or was it the Fair; no, we ran the Fair in Dallas."
"Why, y' see, Gaffer," began the smith, almost apologetically it seemed to me, "it do come sort o' nat'ral to heave the likes o' Job about a bit Job's made for it, y' might say, but this chap 's different." "So 'e be, Jarge so 'e be!" nodded the Ancient. "Though, mark me, Gaffer, I aren't nohow in love wi' this chap neither 'e gabs too much to suit me, by a long sight!"
When the boys had removed all traces of their passage, anyone might walk by within five feet of the patch of bushes and never suspect what lay there so neatly hidden. "There, that job's done," said Elmer; "now finish packing, and we'll be off." Landy hurried now.
Walton, are always trying to close about us, and shut out the vision of the glories we have come from, as Wordsworth says." "A man," I answered, "who ministers to the miserable necessities of his fellows has even more need than another to believe in the light and the gladness else a poor Job's comforter will he be. I don't want to be treated like a musical snuff-box." The doctor laughed.
Now comes the great surprise of all. The confounded Rebs have got into Bayou Boeuf and destroyed or captured the whole of our division property stored there. Tents, baggage, knapsacks, company and regimental books are all gone. At this time we were all as poor as Job's turkey. Except for the rags that cover us, we haven't a thing.
Mike, at the communicator, said, "They say slow up, Joe." Joe obeyed, but he was tense. Haney and the Chief were at other portholes, looking out. The Chief said heavily, "Fellas, I'm going to admit I never felt so lonesome in my life!" "I'm glad I've got you fellows with me!" Haney admitted guiltily. "The job's almost over," said Joe.
Still, one must risk something and the situation was getting desperate. He entered the office and a clerk handed him a card. "It's right across the town, but you'd better get there quick," he said. "The job's a snap and I've sent a lot of men along."
Atterson; for there will be a raft of Job's comforters, perhaps when we get settled on the place." It was late in the afternoon before Hiram was ready to start for the farm itself. He had made some enquiries, and had decided to stop at a neighbor's for overnight, instead of going to the house where a lone woman had been left in charge by Mrs. Atterson.
Thus it was that, six months later, the thirty or forty inhabitants of Job's Flat on Suffering Creek a little mining camp stowed away in the southwest corner of Montana, almost hidden amongst the broken foothills of the Rocky Mountains basking in the sunshine of a Sunday afternoon haze, were suddenly startled by the apparition of a small wagon, driven by a smaller man with yellow hair, bearing down upon them.
The reason she gave for so doing was that she might sympathize with them; and if sickness invaded a household Mrs. Talbot was sure to be there; but I used often to think that her friends must look upon her as one of "Job's comforters," for no sickness was so severe, no misfortune so great, that she did not prophesy something worse still.
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