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Joe jingled his silver in his pocket and spat importantly on the floor. "I tell you, when I married," said Jud, "I seed nothin' but poverty an' the multiplication of my part of the earth ahead of me poverty, I tell you, starvation an' every new chile addin' to it. And now I say to the young folks: 'Marry an' multiply an' the cash will be forthcomin'."
The Company's bought five thousand acres of wood and they want it surveyed. What'll you charge?" Clay thought a moment: "Going and coming, on horse-back it will take me a week," said Clay thoughtfully. "I shall charge a hundred dollars." "An' will you go right away to-morrow mornin'?" Clay nodded. "Here's fifty of it," said Jud "the Company is in a hurry. We want the survey by this day week.
"'Thank you, thank you, thank you! she yells as the boat flies down the flume. "I seed Jud blow a kiss to her, an' I knowed she was happy as a bird. She was a-singin' aroun' the shanty all day, an' at supper she done nothin' but talk, talk, talk about that there pianner. "'Don't be so awful gay, Miss. Hemenway, says I, for I was afeard she might be disapp'inted. 'Yeh ain't got it yet.
"Maggie Donaldson was crazy. You can ask the people here about her. They all know it. Those newspaper fellows descended on us here with a tooth-brush apiece and a suitcase full of liquor, and thought they'd get something. Seemed to think we'd hold out on them unless we got our skins full. But there isn't anything to hold out. Jud Clark's dead. That's all."
Presently the spokesman said: "Is this here the steam-buggy that helped a crowd of you fellers to get away from Jud Byers and his posse one day a spell back?" "No," said Ormsby.
"And the best of the joke is," commented Jud, with a grin, "that lots of the good folks at home right now are looking up at those same black clouds, and pitying us boys. They don't realize how we're just praying that the rain won't turn out a fizzle, after all. Wasn't that a drop I felt?"
Jud, lie still, until I think what to do. The sheriff's likely downstairs this very minute. And then he went queer and wild. He jumped off the bed and stood listening and staring, and shaking all over. 'I've got to get away, he said, very loud. 'I won't let them take me. I'll kill myself first! When I put my hand on his arm he threw it off, and he made for the door.
Presently Ozzie B. came in sight, hatless and driving his cows along, but sobbing in that hiccoughy way which is the final stage of an acute thrashing. No one saw more quickly than Archie B., and he knew instantly that his brother had met Jud Carpenter, on his way back to the mill. "He's caught my lickin' ag'in," said Archie B., indignantly "it's a pity he looks so much like me."
I hope it may surprise me, and get here quicker than that. And boys, if we have to spend all that time doing nothing, why we might try that little oil stove Mr. Everett has, and see how it can get us a pot of coffee, with our cold lunch." "What time is it now?" asked Jud; while Old Dan Tucker pricked up his ears, at the prospect of "something doing" along his favorite line.
I knew he'd be arrested the moment it was known he was here. I said, 'Lie down, Mr. Jud. You're not very well. And I closed the door and locked it. I was scared." Her voice broke; she fumbled for a handkerchief. The sheriff glanced at Bassett. "Now where's your Livingstone story?" he demanded. "All right, Hattie. Let's have it." "I said, 'For God's sake, Mr.
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