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Good crops is raised. Ev'rything is fine. Bam-by Gaviller put the price down to two-twenty-five. Bam-by he only pay two dollar. Tams is hard, he say. Las' year he pay one-seventy-five. Now he say one-fifty all he pay. "The farmers say they so poor now, might as well have nothing. They say they not cut the grain this year. Gaviller say it is his grain. He will go on their land and cut it.
You won't believe it, but it's a fact just the same, if you won't pay their price I must, in order to save you. If you will agree to pay them one-seventy-five, I'll go back to Moultrie to-morrow, and never trouble you again. Landing below Gaviller's house Ambrose sent Tole up the bank with this. In a surprisingly short time he saw the half-breed returning. "Did you see her?" he demanded.
You must do everything yourself." Therefore, after the details had been arranged, it fell to Ambrose to compose the letter to Simon Grampierre. It was the longest letter he had ever written. Tole and I arrived yesterday after a quick trip. I have talked with my partner. We agree to purchase all the grain grown around Fort Enterprise this season at one-seventy-five per bushel.
"New England country ministers always know lots about Greek and Latin and how to make one dollar do the work of one-seventy-five, but they never have any dollars left when the doing's over. Father and I lived alone together always, and he taught me things, and I petted him fathers need it, specially when they have country congregations and we didn't bother much about other folks. Then he died.
"Well, take her!" diplomatically answered his sister. "I can get Abe's niece over to East Donegal fur one-seventy-five. She'd be glad to come!" Mr. Getz at this drew in his sails a bit. "I'll give her one more chancet," he compromised. "But I ain't givin' her no second chancet if she does somepin again where she ain't got darst to do. Next time I hear of her disobeyin' me, home she comes.
You're dealin' with David Harum, Banker, an' I consider 't I'm dealin' with a lady, or the father of one on her account, I says. "'He-uh, he-uh! I meant no offense, sir, he says. "'None bein' meant, none will be took, I says. 'Now, I says, I was offered one-seventy-five fer that hoss day before yestidy, an' wouldn't take it. I can't sell him fer that, I says.
I agree to purchase enough of your grain at one-seventy-five to see you all through the winter; and I agree to bring a stock of goods here to supply your necessities." Simon warmly grasped his hand. "It is well!" he cried. "I expected no more." "I will return to Moultrie to-morrow," Ambrose went on in his dull, quiet way.
She paused and smiled over her shoulder. "I know," she said, surprised and gentle. "That's why you're here." "I've got to advise you honestly," he cried, "no matter what trouble it makes." "Of course," she said. "What's the matter, Ambrose?" "You should offer them one-seventy-five for their wheat." The eyebrows went up again. "Why?" "It's only fair. Two dollars would be fairer."
"You're earning a good pile," he said. "Yes, one-seventy-five a day!" The man laughed a little. The other man had not spoken. He slipped forward through the dusk. "Supper ready?" he asked. They followed him into the house, stopping in an entry to wash their hands and remove their heavy shoes.
How Margot would open her blue eyes, and Angelique toss her hands, and the master slowly admit that there was genius where he had estimated only talent. "There's such a wide, wide difference in the two!" cried Adrian, aloud. "Hey? What?" The dreamer came back to reality, and to Pierre, demanding, "Make it one-seventy-five, and I'll do it." "Well. I will. Now, for to-night.
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