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These women, living miles apart on the mountain and its spurs, had a habit of "picking up their work" and spending the day with each other. Upon one occasion it chanced that Mrs. Sue Parmalee and Mrs. Puritha Hightower rode ten miles to visit Mrs. Puss Poteet. "Don't lay the blame of it onter me, Puss," exclaimed Mrs.
She now became in fancy the noble Baroness de Palliac, speaking faultless French and consorting with the rare old families of the Faubourg St. Germain. For, despite his artistic indirection, the baron's manner was conclusive, his intentions unmistakable. And this day was much like many days in the life of the Bines and in the life of the Hightower Hotel.
If we had given the Negro no education at all, we could probably have kept him contented for a good many years with just being 'free. If we had given no Negro anything but a common-school chance, the race would have been pretty slow to develop discontent. But Hightower went to Yale, and Du Bois went to Harvard and Germany, and Pickens went to Yale, and so on.
Parmalee, who had stationed herself near the door, lifted her thin right arm and let it fall upon her lap. "Well, sir!" she exclaimed, "ef yander ain't Sis's bo!" Sis ran to the door, saw Woodward coming up the road, and blushed furiously a feat which Mrs. Hightower and Mrs. Parmalee, with all their experience, had rarely seen performed in that region. Woodward greeted Mrs.
"There's been too much talk here now," yells Buck Hightower, "talk, talk, till, by God, I'm sick of it! Where's that ROPE?" "But, listen to him listen to the colonel!" some one else sings out. And then they was another hullabaloo, some yelling "no!" And the colonel, very patient, rolls himself another smoke and lights it from the butt of the first one.
He wants to bet right now that we'll all be in jail in Atlanty 'fore the moon changes. I lay they don't none of 'em fool Sid." "You don't love me any more," said Sis, taking a new tack. "Good Lord, Sis! Why, honey, what put that idee in your head?" "I know you don't I know it! Its always Dave Hightower this, and Sid Par-malee that, and old drunken Jake Norris the other.
"I hear they do have dreadful times with help in New York," said Mrs. Bines. "Don't let that bother you, ma," her son reassured her. "We'll go to the Hightower Hotel, first. You remember you and pa were there when it first opened. It's twice as large now, and we'll take a suite, have our meals served privately, our own servants provided by the hotel, and you won't have a thing to worry you.
Paid Hightower Hotel................ $ 42,983.75 Keep of horses, and extra horse and carriage hire....................... 5,628.50 Chartering steam-yacht Viluca three months.............................. 24,000.00 Expenses running yacht.............. 46,850.28 W. U. Telegraph Company............. 32.65 Incidentals......................... 882,763.90 Total $1,002,259.08
But Doctor Kirby had a good holt on himself; his face was a bit redder'n usual, and his eyes was sparkling, and he was both eager and watchful. When Buck Hightower sets down the chairman clears his throat like he is going to speak. But "Just a moment," says Doctor Kirby, getting on his feet, and taking a step toward the chairman. And the way he stopped and stood made everybody look at him.
"Well, I hain't got none, and I hain't a wantin' none; an' it hain't been ten minnits sence I ups an' says to Dave Hightower, s' I, 'The United States is big enough for me." "Now you er makin' the bark fly," said the man at the fence. During the night other men came down the mountain as far as Poteet's, and always with the same result.
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