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Updated: May 7, 2025
That's where I was wrong. I'm glad of all this now and I take back what I said. I've been a twenty-two carat, pink-eyed, black-striped wild ass of the desert, though not halfway as big a fool as Curly. It was him that got us all in wrong." Old Man Wisner he stands up too; and he makes his confession that's good for his soul.
Old Man Wright gets up now and walks around some, kind of grinning. "But, on the whole, I may find something to keep me busy here in town. For instance, Old Man Wisner is back of some sort of steal, shore as you're born, in the Lake Shore Electric Extension that's going on up in there the paper says he's been selling it, or the interests has. Why?
If we could locate along o' some of our ol' mates, somebody like old John Tucker, it would be a a paradise, eh, Jake?" "The freest-hearted people in the world," said Mr. Wisner. "They'll travel ten miles to take a spare-rib or a piece of fresh beef to a new neighbor. Invite the stranger in to stay all night as he drives along the road.
And then, down at the far end of it, he just puts up a high wall like the Wisners', but 'way off from it. Then we dug down along the Wisner wall. Folks used to go along and wonder what it was done for and who done it. And later on some folks farther up the drive allowed it was some kind of a new Italian garden and some of them begun to put up them walls too. It got right fashionable.
"Well, I'm a woman, aren't I? And it doesn't say that the woman MUSTN'T be your wife." She blushed distractingly. "Caesar! Of course it doesn't! What luck! We'll be in Curacao to- morrow. I must see Wisner about getting us off. But, Polly, dearest one, you're sure? You haven't let yourself be carried away by that foolishness of mine yesterday?" "Sure? Oh, beetle man!"
He was all dressed up in his evening clothes; and now I seen why he'd had the barber come. There wasn't a finer-looking gentleman in all the town than Old Man Wright was right then though him pale and sad. Lord, how sad he was! But not can-nye none whatever, him, even if Old Lady Wisner had called us all that.
Wisner, secretary of the American Board, participated; and in the crowded house there were several missionaries connected with other denominations, who looked on with thrilling interest and satisfaction. One who witnessed the scene and heard the addresses which were given speaks of the occasion as follows:
I was glad I hadn't shot Jimmie, or my boss hadn't shot his pa I wouldn't of minded so about Old Lady Wisner, because I couldn't help remembering how she'd made trouble deliberate from the first. Of course I'd made trouble, too, but I hadn't went to. What become of the old wall between them two houses?
Right opposite his full-page ad was about six or eight inches, with a smaller picture of Old Man Wisner with it; and he said that Mr. David Abraham Wisner begged to submit his name as a candidate for the sufferedges for alderman in that ward. I didn't know what sufferedges was at first, but I knew what my boss was out after it was votes, and he was liable to get 'em.
It was a better tavern than we were used to, and I was a little bashful when I inquired if a man with a black beard was stopping there, and was told that there were several. "What's his name?" asked the clerk. "'E's a hunchback," said Bill I had been too diffident to describe him so. "Mr. Wisner, of Southport, Wisconsin," said the clerk, "has a back that ain't quite like the common run of backs.
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