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ner and, with ungentle muttering, was
making for Nick. "Jes stop right thar
fur we don't want no row here.
Nose stopped and Old lobe said "Don't
tech ther trilin' thing, Nose He amt
with or good beatn'."
"Ill let him off fur the present." San
ders replied, but say" fiercely turning
to Nick, ether very fust time ! kptch yer
ont yer'll get it. I've had er whippin'
LAID up fur yer fur some time an Their
very nett time ketch yer out, where no
body won't hear yer holler I'll give it to
yer"
a white flag fluttered in the yard, u sig
nal which everyone understood Come
men. dinners ready" said old lobe. "Say,
Nick Page" the old man added as Nick
got off the stump, and began to stretch
! himself 81 don't mind feedin' any plissen
that's haungry, but don't want you ter
come ter my house. Do you hear me p
"Ain't deef," Nick replied.
"Wall, then, cl'ar out frum here, now
| don't want yer 'roun' here an in the
presence NV these here gentlemen | want
ter give yer far warnln' IF yer ever
put yer foot in my yard, mind yer, eff yer
ever put yer foot"
(Which foot ?" Nick broke in before the
old man could finish the sentence.
"Ilit don't max do dillunce which one
| Hull out irum here, now. Come, gentle
| men, an less eat sOmethin'."
| That night, just after the family had
eaten supper, Sis, who during the day
had appeared nervous, arose from Il seat
where She had been buried in meditation.
drew shawl around her IN an agitated
manner turned to ola IoDe ana sad
Father
| 1t was the first time she had ever called
him father, and old lobe looked up with
Il start.
IVY. Sis,ie"-he always said Sissie
during his tenderest what's
uhe nlaller IT,. 49,.
father an hloIher an YOU orother
JQnn, ! mus ieaVe yer, IT,. .e- e.,
wv nat the oIu man ana ms VIE IN
astohlShmeht eNclalhltd' Johh looked
up from new axe manure Whlch ne was
scraPlhE WIN piece ol glass; o''t Salu
nothing.
Vas, mus leave yer, she repeated as,
with a shudder, she drew the shawl tight
~ around her shoulders. err IL never
Know now lnuch love yer, Dut yer II
tnlhk When III gone now unworthy I've
anus Deen.
"Lawd bless my soul, vociterated the
old man, what does she mean
John had resumed the work OF scraping
fathers last exclamation, looked up and
said
Air you bline KANT yer see, pap,
that she's goin' er way; goin' er way ten
marry Nick Page ?"
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his seat.
"rObie, Tobie," said Mrs Crabtree.
"Tobie mind yersef' she gently took
hold of her husbands arm.
"Glt away, Puss, don't tamper with me
Sis :"
Vas, sir
"What air yer goin ter do -
81 am goin' out in Their woods Yhar
Nick is watin' fur me. Then me an him
air goin ter git married. know that he
amt no count father, oh, yes, | know
that, clasplng her hands, but i KANT
hep lovin' him. Oh, pap, | wush yer
could know how | do love yer, but yer
The old man struggled with himself
His wife with soft words, attempted to
soothe him.
81 know yer will hate me-" the trem-
bling girl continued, 'but KANT hep it,
feel like somebody has tied rope round
my waist an es er pullin' it,"
isis" said the old man, raising his left
arm-his right arm was held by Mrs
Crabtree-"Sis," | hope ter God that yer'd
sink into hell afore mawnin'.n
."Oh, pap, don't say that" pleaded the
girl.
"Yas, do. l hope-no DON'T he con
tinued, becoming strangely calm. "Puss,
turning with sorrowful gentleness to his
wife, Il had hoped, both NV us had hoped,
that this time never would come. Sis,
must tell yer somethln' an then yer may
60. Puss, must tell her :"
her.
The old man wiped his eyes and said
"rhar amt no gratitude in this here
whrl' wuz onct told that yer mout
live ter bring me trouble, Sis, an Yer
have. Now, I've got ter tell yer samethin'
that didn't never want yer ter know