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You hain't never ben, I says, 'an' now you're down here you may jest as well see somethin' while you got a chanst, I says. Up to that time" he remarked, as it were in passing, "she'd ben somewhat prejuced 'ginst theaters, an' " "Wa'al," Mrs. Bixbee broke in, "I guess what we see that night was cal'lated " "You hold on," he interposed. "I'm tellin' this story. You had a chanst to an' wouldn't.
The mare quickened her pace, and in a few minutes they drove into the barn. "Where you ben?" asked Mrs. Bixbee of her brother as the three sat at the one o'clock dinner. "I see you drivin' off somewheres." "Ben up the Lake Road to 'Lizer Howe's," replied David. "He's got a hoss 't I've some notion o' buyin'."
"Oh," said John, laughing, "you may trust my discretion, and we'll swear Mrs. Cullom to secrecy." "Wa'al, all right," said Mrs. Bixbee, joining in the laugh as she brought the bottle; "jest a minute till I make a passel of the things to keep the snow out. There, now, I guess you're fixed, an' you kin hurry back 'fore she ketches a chill." "Thanks very much," said John as he started away.
Bixbee's head, "the feller went an' leaned up agin the wall." "David Harum!" exclaimed Mrs. Bixbee, "that's a downright lie. You never spoke to a soul, an' an' ev'rybody knows 't I ain't more 'n four years older 'n you be." "Wa'al, you see, Polly," her brother replied in a smooth tone of measureless aggravation, "the feller wa'n't acquainted with us, an' he only went by appearances."
I reckoned the time 'd come when mebbe I'd git the laugh on the deakin, an' it did, an' we're putty well settled now in full." "You mean this last pufformance?" asked Mrs. Bixbee. "I wish you'd quit beatin' about the bush, an' tell me the hull story." "Wa'al, it's like this, then, if you will hev it.
I hain't got nothin', an' Mis' Annis hain't got nothin', an' we figured that we'd jest better git married an' settle down, an' make a good home fer us both, an' if that ain't good reasonin'," David concluded, "I don't know what is." "An' be they actially married?" asked Mrs. Bixbee, still incredulous of anything so preposterous. "So Dick says," was the reply.
Bixbee sat up straight in her chair with her hands on her knees and an air of one who would see justice done. "'Lish Harum," she began, "wa'n't only half-brother to Dave. He was hull-brother to me, though, but notwithstandin' that, I will say that a meaner boy, a meaner growin' man, an' a meaner man never walked the earth.
Bixbee decisively, "unless it's s'posin' you finish your dinner so's't Sairy c'n git through her work sometime." After dinner John went to his room and David and his sister seated themselves on the "verandy." Mr. Harum lighted a cigar and enjoyed his tobacco for a time in silence, while Mrs. Bixbee perused, with rather perfunctory diligence, the columns of her weekly church paper.
Bixbee with a sniff that spoke volumes of her opinion of "the feller's wife." David emitted a chuckle. "Wa'al," he continued, "I took the tickits on the feller's recommend, an' the fact of his wife's bein' so pertic'ler, an' after supper we went.
"Mis' Bixbee," said David emphatically, "if I'd paid good money to see a funny show I'd be a blamed fool if I didn't laugh, wouldn't I? That specticle of the deakin cost me consid'able, but it was more'n wuth it. But," he added, "I guess, the way the thing stands now, I ain't so much out on the hull." Mrs. Bixbee looked at him inquiringly. "Of course, you know Dick Larrabee?" he asked.
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