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She dropped into Cape Girardeau, and sought a man whom she had met at her husband's house. This was Duneau Menard, who had little interest in the Carlines, but who would be a safe counsellor for Nelia Crele. He greeted her with astonishment, and smiles, and told her what she needed to know. "I was just thinking of you, Nelia," he said, "Carline's sure raising a ruction trying to find you.
His bo't's fo' sale, an' he'll take $75 cash, for everything, ropes, anchor, stoves, a brass bedstead, an' everything and I said hit's reasonable. Hit's a pine boat, built last fall, and the hull's sound, with oak framing. Co'se, hit's small, 22 foot long an' 7 foot wide, but hit's cheap." "I'll take it, then," Nelia nodded. "You can come look it over," the man declared.
She found another woman who knew the ropes there and who was glad to help her play the game. From a distance Nelia Crele discovered that Terabon was with Carline, her own husband. She dismissed him with a shrug of her shoulders, and told her companion to take care of him.
Those women had not proved to be what she had expected grand dames of society to be. "I want to talk learning," she told herself, "and they talk hairpins and dirty dishes and Bill-don't-behave!" Now one of those women, a kind of a grass widow, Mrs. Plosell, had attracted Gus Carline, and when he came home from her house, he was always drunk. When Nelia remonstrated, he was ugly.
Nelia asked, eagerly. "Why, hardly no time at all. You jes' go theh, an' the lawyer he takes all he wants to know, an' he says come ag'in, an' next day, er the next trip, why, theh's yo' papers, an' all for $17.50. Seems like they's got special reg'lations for us shanty-boaters." "I'm glad to know about that," Nelia said. "I thought I never knew much about about divorces.
"This un yaint, but theh's two spo'ts down b'low, that's quittin' the riveh, that blue boat theh, but theh's spo'ts." "I 'lowed they mout be," Nelia dropped into her childhood vernacular as she looked down the bank, "Likely yo' mout he'p me bargain, er somebody?" "I 'low I could!" the river woman replied. "Me an' my ole man he'ped a feller up to St.
"I'm the woman who shot Prebol above Buffalo Island I had to." "You did right; men always respect a lady if she don't care who she shoots," Larry cried, enthusiastically. "Wish you'd get my wife to learn how to shoot. She's gun shy!" So Nelia coaxed the little wife to shoot, first the 22-calibre repeating rifle and then the pistol.
Caope spoke up, tartly, and Nelia looked at her gratefully. "Hit takes a bullet to learn fellers like Jest Prebol an' him thinkin' he's so smart an' such a lady killer. I bet he knows theh's some ladies that's men killers, too, now. Next time he meets a lady he'll wait to be invited 'fore he lands into the same eddy with her, even if hit's a three-mile eddy." "Theh's Mrs.
"Yes, and they scattered with my skiff, too, and probably robbed Carline of his boat " "Carline! You know him?" "I came down with him from Yankee Bar, and we went up to Palura's together. I lost him in the shuffle, when the big cop killed Palura." "And Mrs. Carline, Nelia Crele?" Rasba demanded. "Why I they said she'd landed in. She's gone, too " "You know her?" "Why, yes I "
He ventured again into the river bottoms across from St. Genevieve and fortune favoured him while tricking her. He apologized and gave his name. Nelia was poor, abjectly poor. Her father was no 'count, and her mother was abject in suffering. One brother had gone West, a whisky criminal; a sister had gone wrong, with the inheritance of moral obliquity.
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