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"I I don't know what to say to you, I don't no, no." Without a word the captain took the envelope from Keeler's fingers, and tore it open. He read the words upon the form within. Laban leaned forward. "For the Lord sakes, Lote Snow," he cried, in a burst of agony, "why couldn't it have been some darn good-for-nothin' like me instead instead of him? Oh, my God A'mighty, what a world this is!
"Don't worry." "I ain't worried none. I don't believe in worryin'; worryin' don't do folks no good, the way I look at it. But long's Cap'n Lote wants me to tell you about the hardware I'd ruther do it now, than any time. Henry Cahoon's team'll be here for a load of lath in about ten minutes or so, and then I'll have to leave you.
And you don't understand him. . . . Oh, Albert, DON'T be as stubborn as he is, as your mother was the Lord and she forgive me for sayin' it. She was partly right about marryin' your pa and Cap'n Lote was partly right, too. If they had met half way and put the two 'partlys' together the whole thing might have been right in the end. As 'twas, 'twas all wrong.
To Albert's astonishment the upper part of the head, beginning just above the brows, was swathed in a huge bandage. The lower part was a picture of hopeless misery. "Has Cap'n Lote come in yet?" inquired the housekeeper, faintly. "Not yet, Rachel," replied Mrs. Snow. "He'll be here in a minute, though. Albert's down, so you can begin takin' up the things." The head disappeared.
In January, Z. Snow and Co. took its yearly account of stock, and Captain Lote and Laban and Albert and Issachar were truly busy during the days of stock-taking week and tired when evening came. Laban worked the hardest of the quartette, but Issy made the most fuss about it.
She prayed each night for the defeat of the Hun, whereas Captain Lote was for licking him first and praying afterwards. Albert feared a scene; he feared that she might be prostrated when she learned that he was to go to war. But she bore it wonderfully well, and as for the dreaded "scene," there was none.
The irrepressible Jim had no idea of remaining ignored. "Did Cap'n Lote write you that he'd be here to the depot?" he demanded. "All right, then he'll be here, don't you fret. I presume likely that everlastin' mare of his has eat herself sick again; eh, Doc? By godfreys domino, the way they pet and stuff that fool horse is a sin and a shame.
He could not repress a grin, and the housekeeper noticed it. "Seems funny to you, I presume likely," she said. "Well, now you think about it. This General Rolleson man was kind of proud and sot in his ways just as your grandpa is, Albert. He had a daughter he thought all the world of; so did Cap'n Lote. Along come a person that wanted to marry the daughter.
Oh, Zelotes, how many times have I told you you've got to treat her tactful when she's this way?" Captain Lote put the egg back in the bowl. "DAMN!" he observed, with intense enthusiasm. His wife shook her head. "Swearin' don't help it a mite, either," she declared. "Besides I don't know what Albert here must think of you."
Captain Lote and Albert, seated in the train, were on their way down the Cape, bound home. Home! The word had a significance now which it never had before. Home! Albert drew a long breath. "By George!" he exclaimed. "By George, Grandfather, this looks good to me!" It might not have looked as good to another person.
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