The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1891-01-31
SINGLE TAX DEPARTMENT.
A MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE

:, On dear! Oh. dear.' exclaimed Ouj
fassett. throwing himself at fulllengtb
ga the lawn. shall lever be able to sell
those lots" 0 ~ go
Ar. Fassett was real estate lawyer,
0i the hrm OF Fassett, Peralium & Percy.
ms omcc was in the city, his home dur
as tne summer was in the country.
Mr. fassett S father had been a lawyer,
700, when he lived. While Fassett was
mere child the old gentleman bought
parcel OF vacant land in the upper
part OF the city, which had, until then.
ccen farm, taking title in the name OF
"is son, saying to himself: when Qui
grows up this may do him some good,
and as 1T cost me so little, might as
well tie up the title for the boy and let
the land lie vacant.
On coming OF age Qui Fassett (he al
ways signed himself 20. Fassett") had
an opportunity to sell his land for a
great advance on what the elder Fassett
paid, but the old gentleman advised
against 1T. There's nothing like real
estate for investment. my something
like real estate!' he used to say to Qui;
and so Qui. although he had frequent
offers for his land, always wanted lit
tie more than any one would pay, a
policy in which he was encouraged by
the fact that every subsequent offer was
higher than his previous demand.
When Qui Fassett threw himself on
the lawn and made tho exclamation
with which this narrative opens, he had
just refused the latest offer. An enter
prising builder wanted the land and had
offered Mr.. Fassett IS. 900 a lot. Al
though this was more than a hundred
times what his father paid for the land,
and twice what he offered to take Il We
years before. and 81, 900 more than he
tried to get twelve months ago, Qui Fas-
sett was not satisfied. He now wanted
$4,000, ''for," said he, IF this property
has increased in value 81, 900 lot the
past year. why should it not increase
$1,000 next year?'
But the builder was stubborn. lam
anxious to put up row OF houses
there" he said. because l know they
will sell readily, and as my capital is
lying idle and mostof the men usually
employ are out of work, want to get at
the job at once. But / can't afford to
: give more than eight thousand; even at
that figure take big risk. Better let
me have the lots"
No" replied Mr.. Fassett mine
thousand or no trade"
"All right" said the builder. extend
ing his hand, then l must say, good
bye and run along for the train. I'll
have to hunt up some other lots"
Don't believe you can do any bet
ter" said Mr.. Fassett, shaking the
builders hand. mo one viii sell lots in
such locality for any less"
Perhaps not, perhaps not" reioined
the builder; land then I'll have to put
oil the job until things get in better
shape. But am sorry for the men, and
that's fact. Why. if could get those
lots. I'd have 500 at work in week."
What philanthopist you are, to be
snre, said Mr.. Fassett good naturedly;
and the two men parted. the builder to
go to his train and Mr.. Fassett to stretch
himself on his cool lawn. and exclaim,
''Oh, dear! oh, dear! shall ever be able
to sell those lots?'
For while Mr. Fassett mentally spec
ulated in his vacant lots but before he
knew it he was watching the movements
of a flock of crows in a neighboring
field, thinking of their free and easy
life, noting that the scarecrow did not
brighten them at all, and wondering il
they had any OF the carking cares that
worry men, In moment, almost un-
consciously, he said aloud:
II wish l was a crown
Well, you are" came in croaking
tones from the branches OF the tree over
his head.
what in thunder is that"' inquired
Mr.. Fassett, somewhat startled for man
usually SO cool.
II am crow, too" the croaking voice
replied.
''Oh you are, are you? Well, what do
You mean?" asked Mr.. Fassett
lyon said you wished you were crow,
and you are" was repeated.
1t suddenly dawned upon Mr.. Fassett
that he had fallen asleep, and the abb
surdity Of his little dream made him
laugh outright.
But what laugh! 1t frightened him
as he heard it. Instead of the round,
hearty, whole-souled laugh TO which his
friends were accustomed. and which was
not without music to his own ear, he |
heard nothing but a croaking-'awl awl |
swv'
Mr.. Fassett raised his hand to his face |
20 assure himself that he was really |
awake, and from sheer awkwardness |
tangled his claw in his feathers. In
extricatinE the claw and smoothing his
ruffled coat, he saw himself as be was.
and realized that indeed he had become |
crow.
The CROW in the tree had been watch |
ing Fasset's movements with amused |
interest, a I'D now asked him il he would |
like to join the fcck. Almost before he |
knew it Outs wings were outspread.
and he was futtering upward. Alight-