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Updated: June 15, 2025
Ransie Bilbro was stricken to dumb perplexity. There had been no previous hint of alimony. Women were always bringing up startling and unlooked-for issues. Justice Benaja Widdup felt that the point demanded judicial decision. The authorities were also silent on the subject of alimony. But the woman's feet were bare. The trail to Hogback Mountain was steep and flinty.
Her soul peeped out once through her impassive face, hallowing it. "Them hounds shan't pester you no more," said Ransie. "I reckon I been mean and low down. You wind that clock, Ariela." "My heart hit's in that cabin, Ranse," she whispered, "along 'ith you. I ai'nt a-goin' to git mad no more. Le's be startin', Ranse, so's we kin git home by sundown."
Justice Benaja Widdup had his shoes on, for he was expecting the visit. In his presence Ransie Bilbro handed to his wife a five-dollar bill. The official's eye sharply viewed it. It seemed to curl up as though it had been rolled and inserted into the end of a gun-barrel. But the Justice refrained from comment. It is true that other bills might be inclined to curl.
"Be kind o' lonesome in the old cabin to-night, Ranse," he said. Ransie Bilbro stared out at the Cumberlands, clear blue now in the sunlight. He did not look at Ariela. "I 'low it might be lonesome," he said; "but when folks gits mad and wants a divo'ce, you can't make folks stay." "There's others wanted a divo'ce," said Ariela, speaking to the wooden stool.
Don't forget to wind the clock to-night." "You air a-goin' to your brother Ed's?" asked Ransie, with fine unconcern. "I was 'lowin' to get along up thar afore night. I ain't sayin' as they'll pester theyselves any to make me welcome, but I hain't nowhar else fur to go. It's a right smart ways, and I reckon I better be goin'. I'll be a-sayin' good-bye, Ranse that is, if you keer fur to say so."
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