The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1889-04-04
sometime 'twould be all over with; but
that time seems never to come, never to

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The s1lnlighton the floor moved farther
along. Little Bright had lain down for
his midday nap, and still the gray head
was bowed, and no fresh water found its
way back over the hill to the boys.
Thus an hour passed. Then old Kit,
who had stopped chewing, and with
drowsy eyes was living over colthood
days, was suddenly brought back to
the present by the old man hurriedly
getting to bis feet.
i"Beats ALL beats all what Pve been
/ thinking about all these yearsl" he burst
'ssout. "We've had enough an ter spare
for the last fifteen of 'em, and here / am
working 'em all to death n myself, too
--for-well, for nobody knows what.
III stop it, yes, I declared wilt Mary's
too old to work this way, an T oughter
seen it before. I'll turn over new leaf,
see + I don'-haH o dozen Of them.
Wilson can have that forty ef he wants
it, an If I only dared to, I'd go clear
down ter Widder Baldwin's and tell 'em
I'm ashamed Of myself, blamed if
Wouldn't"
Here he stopped a moment for
breath; then went on: "P'raps tain't jist
the thing ter go poHn' down there 'thout
|Sbein' asked, after al's besn said; but
EthensI Ego, yes, I will" They can't
moreh tell me to leave"
- Here the old man hurried out of the
door, and casting a side glance at the
sun, at once set out for the Kitchen door.
Is.ssssNo mistake,nss he repeated, as he
/ walked along. SCI was q little too hard
senthe boy!s VIII worked hard and was
good to me, always was. i took poor
girl when started, an I've never seen a
rich one I'd trade her for" and on he
went up the cool back steps into the
kitchen.
'Maryl"
.sYes, Johnl' came from the cellar
way. whence Mrs. Sanbourn was bring
ing large pan Of potatoes, half dozen
t1rrnips and q cabbage.
.sWhat did you want, John7' she asked,
placing the future dinner ON the table
end resting her hands on the sides Of the
pan.
"Oh, nothin'. Only wanted to know
where ye was, kinder;;" and then, seeing
the worn look ON the once handsome
face, added:
Ain'tye pretty tired, Ma.y"
We'll, no, not more than usual, but
somehow, John, I'm always tired now
adayg."
Ven, Mary, ye look tired, that's sar-
TIM. but p Here the old man found it
hard to proceed, for visions Of the Mary
in the past and the Mary now, of the
little VIII and the Will Of today, came
too vividly before his troubled gaze.
Mrs. Sanbourn, noticing this, FASTENED
ito ask If anything was wrong.
d ttOh, no, dono's there is.. Thought I'd
stop in an rest q BIT. Somehow ! don't
! Seem S1ter stand as much this springs
common. But as rs goin' ter say, Pm
I'm goin' ter turn over q new leaf, Mary,
san'-an' VIII, VIII didn't do SO very bad,
after all. You know I-In
Here the old man ohoked up again,
and seeing the great tears starting to
Mary's faded eyes, caught up the big dip
per, and saying something about cool
drink at the spring, hurried out. When
he got to the spring, be didn't drink at
all, but leaving the dipper on the stones,
passed ont Of the big gate Into the road
Here he stopped, looked up and down
the way, went on little, then stopped
again.
B Wonder = I'd bettera Cent hear
from VIII Il 7 don't, that's sartin." Then
after q moments pause, Eyes, I'll go
go nowl Il it's put of, twon't be done,
that's all. / can tell 'em jist how tbs.
Mothers dyin' ter see VIII, an'-well,
yes, an I am, too, for that matter. I'll
tell 'em twas ! made the rumpus,
They'll know where VIII is, an I'll
hpw, too, fore this road sees my boots
agin, see 4 ! doptr,
With tits. be gave the old hat vigor-
.ous Jam to gain courage, and started off
with long STRIDES toward the clump Of
narles that.hid the widows cottage.
.iGood mornin', Wilson, he called to
passing neighbor. ard like ter speak
to ye jist a moment" "
With a puzzled look the driver stopped
and gazed earnestly at the old man.
Wei, wilson, how bout that forty
acres-want It yet"
seWant 1t? I supposed you knew I
wanted it badly enough. Eut what's the
uss3 can't pay all down, and you
can, so Of course you'll get it"
Well, I do know bout that, Wilson.
Il would square out your sixty, and
make ye an even hundred Ye oughter
hayesit, an can for all me. I've got two
hundred nowAan' it's goin' ter kill me
an all the rest Of 5'en ter run that. An
..bouts the money-ef ye amt got nufi
whyiI have, an jist's soon let ye have
two or three hundred for a year or SOS
not. I'm somethin' Of q hurry, Wilson,
but mind, mean what T say. Good
mornin'."
sGood morning" repeated the aston
ished Wilson, as with open mouth he
looked after the retneating figure Of the
farmer.
"What under the SUMS got into him
can it really be the old man% he thought
to himself. Yes, there was no mistaldng
those home made suspenders-both fast
ened to one overworked button.
Though Neighbor Wilson was COM
pletely thunderstruck, and rode with his
head twisted round, looking after the OBJ
iect of his astonisbment till he was
nearly thrown from his wagon by a bad