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It's ye poorer fur them dollars, Abs'lom 'tain't him." She laughed satirically, and turned to rock the cradle. "What d'ye want me ter do? Fight a old man?" he exclaimed, angrily. She kept silence, only looking at him with a flushed cheek and a scornful laughing eye. He went on, resentfully: "I ain't 'shamed," he stoutly asserted. "Nobody 'lowed I oughter be, It's him, plumb bowed down with shame."
Ef Abs'lom ain't 'feared o' Tim's rifle, what's he goin' ter keer fur the pore jedge with nare weepon but his leetle contempt o' court ter jail Abs'lom, ef he kin make out ter ketch him!" She leaned against the swaying hoop of the cover of the wagon and burst into tears. "Oh, none o' ye 'll do nuthin' fur me!" she exclaimed, in frantic reproach. "Nuthin'!"
The old woman shook her head sternly. "Ye kem in, an' 'bide whar ye b'long." Evelina took a step nearer the window. She laid her hand on the sill. "Spos'n 'twar Abs'lom whenst he war a baby," she said, her eyes softly brightening, "an' another woman hed him an' kep' him, 'kase ye an' his dad fell out would ye hev 'lowed she war right ter treat ye like ye treat me whenst Abs'lom war a baby?"
"My chicken-house, of course," was the reply. "Chicken-house be jiggeredl" exploded the official. "That's the station!" And Tommy Did "And now," said the teacher, "I want Tommy to tell the school who was most concerned when Absalom got hung by the hair ?" TOMMY: "Abs'lom." The Prayer of Cyrus Brown
Blest ef I didn't hev ter hold my revolver ter his head, an' then crack him over the knuckles, ter make him let go the child. I didn't want ter arrest him mighty clever boy, Abs'lom Kittredge! I promised that young woman I'd keep holt o' the child till the law gins its say-so. I feel sorry fur her; she's been through a heap."
An' all fur spite, fur he hev got nuthin' ye want now. An' I gin him up an' lef him lonely, an' all fur you-uns. Ye air mean, Abs'lom Kit-tredge, an' I'm the mos' fursaken fool on the face o' the yearth!" He tried to speak, but she held up her hand in expostulation. "Nare word fur I won't answer. I do declar' I'll never speak ter ye agin ez long ez I live." He flung away with a laugh and a jeer.
I tell a bushel o' 'em a day, Eveliny!" He wagged his head in an anxious affectation of mirth. "Why'n't ye gin dad them messages ez Abs'lom gin ye from me?" Joe received this in blank amaze; then, with sudden comprehension, his lower jaw dropped. He looked at her with a plea for pity in his eyes. And yet his ready tact strove to reassert itself. "I mus' hev furgot 'em," he faltered.
"His big eyes, edzacly like a buck's, an' his long yaller hair," sneered the discerning Timothy, with the valid scorn of a big ugly man for a slim pretty one. "'Twar jes 'count o' his long yaller hair his mother called him Abs'lom.
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