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He led the way into the parlour, which was a large square room, regarded by Barnesville as the most sumptuous of reception chambers, inasmuch as its floor was covered by a Brussels carpet adorned with exotics of multifarious colours, its walls ornamented with massively framed photographs, and its corners fitted up with whatnots and shining hair-cloth seats known in Hamlin County as "tater-tates," and in that impressive character admired beyond expression.
And there wasn't till you people brought it. I don't know what it is, but, by thunder, it does a man's heart good." He sat down with the unconventional air of ease he wore in Barnesville when he established himself in one of Jenny's parlour chairs for the evening. "Lord, Lord!" he said; "you're home folks, and you've got home ways, that's what it is.
In Barnesville political feeling ran high, never running low, even when there was no one to be elected or defeated, which was very seldom the case, for between such elections and defeat there was always what had been done or what ought to have been done at Washington to discuss, it being strongly felt that without the assistance of Barnesville, Washington would be in a sorry plight indeed.
He wrote exultant letters to Jenny, the contents of which, being given to Barnesville, travelled at once to Talbot's Cross-roads and wakened it to exhilarated joyfulness, drawing crowds to the Post-office and perceptibly increasing the traffic on the roads from the mountains to that centre of civilised social intercourse. "Tom's a-gwine to win his claim," it was said.
You don't allow for the wear and tear on a fellow's constitution, boys." But he allowed himself to be placed in receipt of the official salary in question, and the matter of extra labour settled itself. Twice a week a boy on horseback brought the mail-bag from Barnesville, and when this youth drew rein before the porch Big Tom greeted him from indoors with his habitual cordiality.
Count du Moncel was an indefatigable worker, who, instead of abandoning himself to idleness and pleasure like many of his order, believed it his duty to be active and useful in his own day, as his ancestors had been in the past. THIS distinguished American electrician was born at Barnesville in Belmont county, Ohio, on August 2, 1835.
This little man, who was gently and continuously ruminating, with brief "asides" of expectoration, kept his eyes fixed watchfully upon the Barnesville Road, and he it was who at last roused the dozers. "Thar's some un a-comin'," he announced in a meek voice. "'Tain't him."
He made no answer, untied his horse, mounted it, and rode back over the Barnesville Road towards the mountain. Mr. Stamps remained seated near the steps and blinked after him silently until he was out of sight. "Ye didn't seem to talk none, D'Willerby," said one of the outsiders when Tom reappeared.
Her feet wus as soft 'n' tender as a baby's; 'n' fur another thing, her hands wus as white as her face, 'n' whiter. Thet ain't the way we raise 'em in Hamlin County that's all." And, having said it, he slipped out of the store, mounted his mule, and jogged homeward on the Barnesville Road also.
The faithfully reproduced atmosphere of Barnesville had almost a literary colour. Occasionally, though not frequently, he encouraged delineation of Jenny and Tom Scott and Thacker and "the boys." He had even inhaled at a distance vague whiffs of Sophronia's waffles. On the morning after the evening spent at Dupont Circle Judge Rutherford frankly buttonholed him in the lobby.
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