The San Saba news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1873-1966, 1890-03-21
How she sold the Farm.

e these Hamshire hills"
Abraham Height crossed OIL
knee over the other, rolled h
tobacco into the cavity of his otht
cheek, squirted a fine yellow streal
on the white floor and subsidized il
to silence.
Several minutes later Josial
Marble continued the converse
ton by remarking:
"Whatd We sell out for?"
Evidently his neighbor Abraham
understood for, after another spur
of tobacco juice, he answered:
"Wall, about two thousand,
guess
wall" said Josiah mediative-
ly, q guess it'll be quite a spell
afore you get it"
Mrs. Abraham Height sat bacl
near the window where she coulC
catch the late light, by which she
wished to finish her weeks darn
ing; Now her black eyes snapped
and she drew her mouth so tight
that it looked like little slit be-
low her nose, well grown up and
"barked over" as we say of scar
on a tree.
''Humph" she remarked, aside.
After the supper dishes were
done, John and Mary, the two old
est children, drove away to SPELL
ing school, and the three younger
went to bed.
Abraham Height sat by. the
wood box whiting a yoke pin, for
the weekly mail would not be in
until the next evening and there
was nothing to read.
Mrs. Height drew a chair up
beside him, and leaning forward
rested her hands on her knees,
queer little kinks and Fuckers
twitching about her mouth.
"WaI, Fronie, what's it? Want
now?" queried her nus
band.
Il wanted to ask, y" she began in
her quick decisive way, IF you
really mean that you want to sell
the farm?"
Abraham whitfield on in silence
ior while then answered a trife |
loggedly;
You needn't begin no fuss,
Fronie. There amt the least
chance of sellin' on it, but 1 be-
ieve it would be a grand thing if
could. Land amt so derned |
lard to work out west, an property
S on the rise there
"What would you sell this place
very least 1 mean-if you
.ould?" she asked.
Abraham finished up the pin,
brushed the fine crinkled shavings
rom his pants and answered,
Wall, 1 set it at two thousand,
,ut fifteen hundreds all it'll bring,
guess"
'If I'll find you a customer and
Igree to sign the deed, will you
lllow me all 1 get over fifteen hun
lred towards building a house
way off there? They do say folks
lave to live in holes dug in the
'dugouts', L guess they
:aD them or houses made of mud
out there. L couldn't never do
hat noways."
Abraham considered the matter
or long time, then said he would
gree to the proposition, provided
us wife would not ask him cent
'ver the amount she made for the
lew house building. In her quick
lecisive way she agreed and the
natter was dropped.
Seems to me 'Fronie Height is
DIN out a good deal, for her."
Irs. Marble remarked, seeing her I
iding by one pleasant afternoon. {
he attended all the Grange meet I
ng, and was even known to visit
ONE of her third cousins over in i,
twenty miles or t
lore away-a thing she hadn't +
one since her marriage, eighteen J
ears ago. s
As soon as the ground could be
'orked in the spring the neigh '
ers stared in surprise to see the |
Id heavy board fence pulled down |
rom in front of the house and the
Id broken gate that had not =
wung for years, disappeared. /
here was nothing in the rather s
lrge trout yard but tangle of |
mall pink roses, Familiarity known
S "primroses.' The ground was
neven-in fact, in just the condi-
ion that nature and excavation for 9
be cellar had left 1t John I
yoke of steers and an /
Id pillow, and Willie, the twelve i
ear old boy, drove while John +
uided the pillow. Then the scraper
Ias called out, and after a little t