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"Um!... You talk like you knowed somethin' about it." "Nobody knows more," said the young man, bitterly. He was suddenly conscious that he wanted to talk about his domestic affairs; that he wanted to loose the story of his troubles and dwell upon them in all their ramifications. "Do tell," said Scattergood, with an inflection of astonishment.
Scattergood stepped forward as the coroner turned the face up to the light of the sun. "It was a death by violence," said Scattergood. "It may be murder.... Asa Levens wears, as he lies, the face of a man who troubled God...." There was none in that little group to comprehend his meaning. "There was no struggle," said the coroner. "He never knowed he was shot," said Jed Lewis.
"How about dry goods?" said Scattergood. Old Man Penny and Wade Lumley stirred to life at this. "Lumley and me takes care of the dry goods," said the old man. "Uh-huh! How about a clothin' store?" "We got all the clothin' stores there's room for," said Lafe Atwell. "I run it." "Kind of got the business of this town sewed up, hain't you?" Scattergood asked, admiringly.
Three would sell, surely; one was holding back strangely, but the three had put the matter into the hands of a local real-estate and insurance broker, by name Wangen. "We'll go see him," said Scattergood. Which they did. "My clients," said Wangen, importantly, "realize the value of their property. That, I may say, is why they bought."
Castle, "I'll buy you the best box of cigars in Boston if you'll tell me where you get your information." "Hatch it," said Scattergood, gravely. "Jest set patient onto the egg, and perty soon the shell busts and there stands the information all fluffy and wabbly and ready to grow up into a chicken if it's used right." "Will you answer a fair question?"
Pliny Pickett, stage driver, was a frequent caller at Scattergood's store, first as an employee, but more importantly as a dependable representative who could carry out an order without asking questions, especially when no definite order had been given. "Pliny," said Scattergood, "know Marvin Towne, don't you? Brought up with him, wasn't you?" "Know him like the palm of my hand."
Scattergood followed, and in half an hour was the lessee of a store building, bound to pay rent for five years, with more than half his capital vanished with no stock of goods or wherewith to procure one, with not even a day's experience in any sort of merchandising to his credit. His next step was to buy ten yards of white cloth, a small paint brush, and a can of paint.
He gits drunk, beats 'Rill Scattergood, that was, and otherwise behaves himself like a hardened old villain." "Oh, Walky! I would not believe such things about Mr. Drugg not if he told them to me himself!" exclaimed Janice. "An' I reckon nobody would ha' dreamed sech things about him if Marm Scattergood hadn't got home from Skunk's Holler.
"It's as good as yours, right now," said Pansy. "We'll stay right here in my private room," said Peaney. "We can watch the board from here, and nobody will disturb us." "I'd kinder like to have folks see me makin' all this money," complained Scattergood, but he acquiesced, and presently quotations commenced to be posted on the board. International Utilities opened at seventy-six.
"Human nature," said Scattergood, "gits blamed f'r a heap of things that ought to be laid at the door of human cussedness." "Same thing," said the deacon. "If you're human you're cussed. Used to be so in the Garden of Eden, and it'll keep on bein' so till Gabriel blows his final trump." "'Tain't no more natteral to bicker than 'tis to have dispepsy.
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