The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1892-02-04
IN TWO PARTS.
IConcluded.l |
PART II.

"You jest lem me do the talkin' -
he said. "We'll find him wearin'
out his paats on some sal.-hayr2l
somawe'rs; and if he thought you
wanted place, he'd sock it to you
hot and heavey. You ject kee ?
quiet; I'll fix 'im."
Butler was seated in Ben Ashley,
store tellipg "fish yarns," when
Council sauntered in casually.
"Hello, But lynn agin, hay?''
"Iello, Steve! how goes it?n
"Oh, $3.50. Too dang much rain
these days. | thought it was goiu'
t. freeze FIR good last night. Tight
squak if l git m ploughin' done.
HoN's farmin' with you these days?"
"Bad. Ploughin' amt half done
"It would be a religious idee f'r
You t go out an take hand your
self.n
81 don't half to-" said Butler,
with wink.
"Got anybody on the H;g'ey
placer"
"No. Know of anybody?"
"Waal, no; not sggsaekly. rve
got a relation back t. Michigan
who's ben hot an cold Oh the idee
o. comin' West FIR some time.
Might come if he could get good
lay out. What do you talk on the
farm?'
"Well, I d. know. I'll rent ii On
shares or rll rent it money rent.
"Wall, how much nony, say?'
"Well, say ten per cent on the
price-two-tifty."
"Waal, that amt bad. Wait on
i'm till 'e thrashes:"
Haskins listened eagerly to his
important question, but Council was
coolly eating dried apple which
he had spcared out OF a barrel with
his knife. Butler studied him care
fully
"Vell, knocks ne cut Of twenty
five dollars INTEREST,"
"My relation IL need all he's GOT
t. git his crops in,n said Council, in
the same Indifferent way.
"Well, all right; say watt" con
cluded Butler.
kins. this is Mr.. Butler-no relation
to Ben-the hardest working man
in Cedar county,
On the way home Haskins said !:
s'I amt much better off. I'd like
that farm; it's a good farm, but
it's all run down, am som /. |
could make good farm. Of it if [
had half a show. But I cant stock
it mr. seed it,"
"Waal, now, don't you worry" g."
roared Council in his ear. "We'Il
pull " through somehow till next
harvest. He's agreed t. hire it
ploughed, an you can earn q hun
dred dollars ploughin' am y en- git
the seed o. me, an paJ me back
when y cam
Haskins was silent with emotion,
but at last he said, "I amt got
nothin' t. live On.'
"Now don't you worry 'bout that.
You Jest make your headquarters al
OF steve Councils. Mother I'll take
a pile O. comfort in havin' y'r wife
an children 'round. " see J&ne's
: dlIICN oA 1tiIOIy stII I4>C , q " <iJ d
good zeal, 50 Well be darn glad t.
have ye stop with US this winter.
Mex spring Well see if y can't gil
a start agin;" and he chirruped to
the team, which sprang forward
with the rumbling, clattering wagon
"oay, looky here Countil, you
can't do this. [ never saw
shouted Haskins in his neighbor'=
ear.
CouHcil moved about ureasily in
his seat, and stopped his stammer-
lug gratitude by saying: "Hold on,
now; don't make such fuss over q
little thing. When | see a man
down, an things all on top Of IN, ]
jest like t. kick EN- off an help IN
up. That's the kind Of religion ]
got, an it's about the only kind"
They rode the rest of the way
home n silence. And when the rec
light Of the lamp shone out into the
darkness Of the cold and windy
night, and he thought of the refuge
for his children and wife, Haskins
could have put his arm around the
| neck of his burly companion anG
squeezed him like a lover; but he
contented himself with saying
sSteve Council, you'll git y'r pay
TOR this some day
''Don't ,Eant any pay. My reli
sion amt run on such business prin
cipies."
The wind was growing colder, and
the ground was covered with :
| white frost, as they turned into The
gate of the Council farm, and tht
children came rushing out, shouting
"Papa's come ]" They hardly lcok:
ed like the sanIe children who had
sat at the table the night before
Their torpidity under the influence
of sunshine and Mother Council had
given way to a sort Of sp3smodit
cheerfuIness. as insects in winter
revive when laid on the earth.