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"Well, now, I don't think the old folks have the least idea on't," said Miss Ruey. "Only last Saturday Mis' Pennel was a-talkin' to me about the sheets and tablecloths she's got out a-bleachin'; and she said that the weddin' dress was to be made over to Mis' Mosely's in Portland, 'cause Moses he's so particular about havin' things genteel."
She remembered Doctor Mosely's sermon and wondered if he would preach what he preached if he knew what she knew. She would go to him and tell him. But what did she know? Enough to convince herself, but nothing at all that even a preacher would call evidence. She must have proof. She resolved to get it. There must be an abundance of it. She wondered how one went at the getting of evidence.
The present frolic was to take place at Bob Mosely's own house, which was on the Pigeon Roost Fork of the Muddy, which is a branch of Rough Creek, which is a branch of Green River. "Everybody was agog for the revel at Bob Mosely's; and as all the fashion of the neighborhood was to be there, I thought I must brush up for the occasion.
Mosely's, near Courtland, William Mosely came in with a bloody knife in his hand, having just stabbed a negro man. The negro was sitting quietly in a house in the village, keeping a woman company who had been left in charge of the house, when Mosely, passing along, went in and demanded his business there.
"It was with these looking-glasses, hung round their necks as lockets, by red ribbons, that old Schultz's daughters made their appearance at three o'clock in the afternoon, at the frolic at Bob Mosely's, on the Pigeon Roost Fork of the Muddy. "By the powers, but it was an event! Such a thing had never before been seen in Kentucky.
If it was only a year in the penitentiary, or something like that, it wouldn't scare 'em so bad. That Mosely's a bad lot, and will likely die in his boots." "What's that?" "Be shot standing, or swing from the branch of a tree. I thought I'd said enough last night to put him off the notion of playin' us such a trick."
"Hear anything about the will?" When there was no answer to this question, Carter looked up at his wife. "I say did you hear anything about Sarah Mosely's will?" Still no reply. "Then you did hear something? What was it?" His manner had become suddenly serious. "You'll know soon enough, Magnis." "Can't you tell me?" "No, I cannot!" "Secrets from your husband?"
So she got her back up, an' sez she ter me dis mornin': 'Berry, sez she, 'I ain't a gwine ter go near cousin Nimbus', I ain't, kase I hain't got no fine clo'es, ner no chicken-fixing ter take ter de barbecue nuther. So she's done stop up ter Bob Mosely's wid de baby, an' I t'ought I'd jes come down an' spy out de lan' an' see which on us wuz right.
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