The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-12-28
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| place where he stood.
'.Fifty?" in scornful surprise. ''E
you had said hundred, boy, you'd hal
come higher ter it. Dey is most of EN-
mellar ripe"
at do seem apity you can't sell ,em,
and Dandelion gazed meditatively be
fore him. Den you mought buy you
sweetenin' nice store sugar. and not hal
de worry 90 b'illin' de millions. Tel
you wot I'll do" as if struck by a sud
den thought. "I'll buy all de rip,
millions you has got, and I'll glib yo,
five dollars for de lump. Five dollar.
is heap OBJ money, but l is sorry fun
you Twin out here whar you can't gi
not'in'. I'll hab ter haul 'em ten mile.
on a bad road, and gracious knows eff
eber gets 'em ter Centreville, but IL
resk it eff you says yes! Five silbel
| dollars right down fore fetch one o
EN-"
To Grandad Jimpson's simple mind
five SLIDER dollars" was an enormou:
sum. and his daughter Misery caught
eagerly at it.
The bargain was struck, and Dande-
lion turned his face homeward, feeling
that he had done the most successful
days work in his whole life. He
laughed, he sang, he shouted in the ex.
uberance Of his triumph, and no con.
scientious qualm as to how he had out
witt ed the simple old negro disturbed
his mind.
Judge Munro IL glib me fifty cents
fur dem big millions, fur he don't mind
what he pays for one, and dar amt one
in de patch dat won't sell for twenty
five cents. De steamer Warren II take
all l can't sell in Centreville, and she'll
be in to-morrer. Oh, I'll get fancy
price fur dem millions I'll cl' ar
nigh on ter fifty dollars by de transac-
tion."
He decided to borrow q horse from
his friend, Ned Banks, to put with Jim
Crow, promising Ned in exchange the
use Of the mule the following week.
Charley Nicol had light wagon he
could hire for dollar a day, and it was
large enough to hold, at least, one hum
dred melons.
He got the horse and wagon, and
early the next morning was at Grandad
Jimpson's gate. His soul exulted at
the size of the melons as he loaded the
wagon. Old GrandaG and Misery helped
him, but the old man looked doubtfully
at the load.
Use feared you'se taken too much
fur dat team" he said. "You'se got
more'n a hundred already. Better
make two loads"
mo, Use bound ter git dem millions
ter town dis night, Dandelion answer
ed. positively.
He met with no accidents on the
worst portions of the road, and at last
found himself at Layard's hill. about
two miles from Centreville.
Oar amt one single bad place now, :"
Dandelion cried, exultantly, as he
reached the top of the hill. and stopped
a few minutes to rest his team. .Git
up. Jim Grow! Wot's obfusticatin'
ye?" as the mule stopped and pricked
up his ears.
''Oh. my masters! yellow jackets!
yellow jacketsm as the horse and mule
plunged. reared and started on a mad
gallop down the hill, stung at every
bound by the furious insects whose
nests they had invaded.
Dandelion rolled out of the back of
the wagon, which was brought up with
a jerk by stump in the middle of the
road. The harness parted, the wagon
crashed, and the melons rolled out in a
general ruin, while horse and mule took
the nearest way to their own stables.
Daudelion raised himself from the gen.
eral smash, gave one look at the broken
melons which covered the rocky hill
side, and then started for home in a run.
''Dellaw me-" cried Hannah Jane
as her precious son staggered
into the cabin about sunset, and fell
on a seat. '.Huccome lief yer wagin
and team? Whar's de watermillions,
boy?"
''Deys in one COMPOUNDED smash on
Layard's HILL" he answered, with the
calmness of utter despair, land de
wagin is broke. and Use lost FIVE dol
lar, and Use jest plum ruined" And
Dandelion raising up his voice and
wept aloud.
His mother tried to comfort him,
but he did not tell her how he had
swindled Grandad Jimpson. In his
secret soul though, he felt that he had
come to grief through one of the lions
his mother was always warning him
against, the lion of lies and greed. but
| fear Dandelion's tears were not those
Of repentance, but of regret that his
had been baked. Youths
Companion.