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'FiftyP" in scornful surprise. "Ef
you had said hundred. boy, you'd hab
como higher ter it. Dey is most Of 'en
mellar ripe"
1T do seem a pity you can't sell 'em, "
and Dandelion gazed meditatiyely be.
fore him. 'Den you mought buy your
sweetenin' nice store sugar. and not hab
de worry OBJ b'illin' de millions. Tell
you wot I'll do" as il struck by a sud-
den thought "I'll buy all de ripe
millions you has got, aud III glib you
fve dollars for de lump. Five dollars
Is heap OBJ money, but is sorry fur
you livin' out here whar you can't git
notin'. I'll hab ter haul 'em ten miles
on bad road, and gracious knows ef
eber gets 'em ter Centreville, but I'll
resk IL ef you says yes! Five silber
dollars right down fore tetch one Of
'em.n
To Grandad Jimpson's simple mind.
five silber dollars" was an enormous
sum, and his daughter Misery caught
eagerly at il.
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.
witte the simple old negro disturbed
his mind.
Judge Munro III glib me fifty cents
fur dem big millions, fur he don't mind
what he pays for one, and der aint one
in dc patch dat won't sell for twenty
FIVE cents. De steamer Warren IL take
all can't sell in Centreville, and she'll
be in to-morrer. Oh, III get a fancy
price fur dem millions reckon I'll cl'ar
nigh on ter fifty dollars by de transac-
tion.n
He decided to borrow 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 a light wagon he
could hire for a dollar day, and it was
large enough to hold, at least, one hun
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 Grandad and Misery helped
him, but the old man looked doubtfully
at the load.
'Tse feared you'se taken too much
fur dat team" he said. "You'se got
more'n hundred already. Better
make two loads"
"No, 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 Layards 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
few minutes to rest his team. "Git
up. Jim Grow! Wot's obfusticatin'
YEP" as the mule stopped and pricked
up his ears.
"Oh, my masters! yellow jackets!
yellow jacketsw 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 a 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.
Dandelion 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 n run.
'Dellaw me-" cried Hannah Jane
Megrms, as her precious son staggered
into the cabin about sunset. and fell
on seat. "Huccome lef yer wagin
and team? Whar's de watermillions,
boyp'
"Dey's in one confounded smash on
Layard's Hill," he answered, with the
calmness of utter despair, "and de
wagin is broke, and Use lost five dol
lar, and I'se 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
rascality had been baked. = Youths $
Companion.