The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-11-27

! sec as the COWBOYS showed their milk cans
| into the car and began TO dispense around
! the station; II lay along the fence rails
| in brilliant streaks and on the frosty
| ground were silver sprigs and silver
stones. Even the half-frozen road dirt
lay in ridges Of crusted wilderness. 1t
| looked as IL there would be right good
| freeze soon and healthy winter
| Walking across the frosty road, on his
way from the store to the station, was
! old CisseL He was tall old man with
a stoop In his shoulders that was becom-
ing more and more pronounced. His
| beard was rough and straggly. the ragged
lining OF his coat showed at the pockets;
he needed Bulbs aunt to see to him, the
plying neighbors said.
He looked up and spoke gravely and po-
litely to Shacklett. Then his face bright
ened perceptibly. Want to buy a boss,
Shacklett?" he inquired. II can sell you
as fine a boss as you'll happen across In
the country. I've got TO sell him. III sell
him dirt cheap to you, Shacklett. I'm
wantin' money. The world amt got no
use for a man without money. I'll let you
have the critter for s125. You'd best take
me UP, eh?' He tried to speak all through
in business-like way, in the manner OF
an Independent man offering his wares
for sale, but his voice faltered when he
said that the world hadn't any use for
man without money, and the fear showed
itself in his eyes. "A hundred and twenty
five dollars amt much for a boss like
Hawk, Ell, Shacklett?'
mo, faint much" acquiesced Shack
lett; but times is hard. tell you what
you do, Cissel," he laid his hand upon Cis
sells shoulder. you gifts on that thar boss,
nobody rides him better'n you, though
yous most eighty; you Jest git on that
boss and ride him home; the Teller in the
county that wants the boss worst is Bub.
Cissel threw off the kindly grasp and
drew himself up 81 reckon" he said, las
Williamsll be glad to buy the boss on the
present terms. l was speakin' to him yes
terday."
I'm an old man, too" said Shacklett.
land l know thar amt but one place on
earth for old men. You'll be sorry for 1t
by and by, Cissel; and the boy'I be sorry,
too. You don't want the boy to be sorry
when it's too late, when 1t won't do him
nor anybody else no good?"
Old Cissel stepped forward with lurch,
steadied himself Strengthened his Shout
ders. 1.-The Cissels," he said stubbornly,
never gifts sorry"
Shacklett shook his head in dismal dis
approval, and went over and climbed into
his milk wagon. He shook his head again
on the way home, with the lines hanging
loose over the neck of his mare. IT'S the
boys place to come forward" he nutter
ed; hes young. It's too hard for to ex-
pect an old man to give up to his own
boy. But Bulbs got the mothers perse-
verance; she cut enough O. chicken feath-
ers off the quill for to make a twenty-five
pound bed"
The Washingtons kept old CisseI six
weeks before Mrs. Washington spoke in
all earnestness and severity about the
board money. "Some'n's got to be DONE"
she said, emphatically. 'Times is hard
Ann carp KEEP you four weeks, and she
Amt had cent from you yit; the boss
is eatln' his head off in Cramers stable
and you're OWN me six weeks board. Now
and then I have KEEP a boarder to help
along, but I've aPays been paid at the
end o. the week. OF course If you was to
sell the boss at once, amt sayin' YOU
mightn't stay on; but you've been yer six
weeks tomorrow evenin', and you amt
no nearer sellin' him than when you come.
Washin ton was sayin' yesterday, it's all
fullshness you settin price on the boss:
you might got hundred and twenty
I'VE dollars by the rattle but YOU Amt
gunno git hundred right down from a
farmer. What you can git for the boss
that's what he's wuth."
Inc boss comes from good stock" said
the old man, family. IF any one wanted
a fine trotter-"
NO matter who's wantln' a fine trot-
ter, they amt wantin' it at a fancy price -
said Mrs. Washington. "Of course IL Won
must keep the boss, then it's Bulbs
place to keep the two O. you. If he won't
let you stay at the farm. he ought for 70
make arrangements about yer board
Laws! she added, looking keenly into
the old mans face, II should think as the
boyll be mighty sorry after while If he
does nothin' now"
The Cissels." said the old man, broken
| ly, they never gifts sorry"
II don't want to do nothin' mean said
| MIS-. Washington sfbuf tha bo.. :
| come forward now If ever. To-morrow'
| Thanksgivin' +" ="
The old man rose and went out of the
mouse. He walked very slowly across TO
the station and fingered about But tho
| people evaded him; nobody wanted to huv
morse, and most of the cowboys were be-
| coming weary of his entreaties. '.If ha'd
had the raf11e he'd been all right for
| awhile" they said
The world amt got no use for a man
without money" muttered old Cissel.
ne can puy a chaw o. tobacco, nor
| hothin He was feverishly anxious IN
sell his horse that eve of ThankseIving
Bright and early on the morning of
| thanksgiving day the horse was sold. very
| quietly before many people were around.
Inc purchaser arrived for him at noon
put Cramer insisted upon being paid for
the horse.s keep before delivering him to
| ms new master. Old Cissel's hands tran,-
| pled as he counted out the dollars eor
hawks Keep. Hes fine boss" he said
! as the new owner rode away: ''as ine !
moss as one can find in the county. but
oody's got to take what they can vi
TOT boss nowadays: faint no use ser
tin price"
some people who saw old Cissel going
into Ann Earp's said that he walked az n
ne were growing young again, but his for.
iheF lahdladys face was severe and unap.
| proachable as she answered his knock
nave come TO pay the BILL" announced
the old man, whereupon Mrs. Earns face
relaxed, and she invited him into the warm
J dining room.
pore people," she said, alphabetically
as she received the money, lis sometimes
forced TO do hard things; but II you've
sold the boss I'll be glad to give YOU the
| room again"
The room In question was back of the
| dining room. The door between was open
1t must be warm, too. Old Cissel bowed
and thanked her, but he did not accent.
Mrs. Washington smiled benignly when
she In turn received her money.
IT'S the last day o. the weeks board u
said old Cissel. II git my supper"
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