The herald., 1897-12-26
UNCLE AARON rs
A DETECTIVE
Written for The Herald.

t "Es a genl rule don't often git fooled
s on man. l own did git took in by the
onery hoss thief. I'll hev t acknowl
g edge at he fooled me clear through. Blu
you take it es a gen1 thing an 1t mos
J. alters turns out at I'm right when
!, git man sized up, es the sayin' Is now
2 days. Back in Iowa one time-baci
| to Nevin, wher' we was livin' then
{ back ther' feller come along one da!
+ an said he was alookin' fer work. He
} was good strong lookin' feller, an
was pleasant an willin' to work. an oil
, Deacon Har'son he give i'm a job. 1says
to mother, 1 says, That ther' Teller
they's suthin' wrong bout i'm. ] done
, what tits, but I don't like that feller's
, looks
I'VE didn't say nothin' to nobody
though. l alters was willin' to give
man a fair show If he seemed to be try
, in to act decent. An will say this fer
mother she most alters could keep her
mouth shet when she see it was best
I've noticed at wimmin amt near SC
leaky at the mouth as most folks thinks
they is, leastways If they got man they
lSeer fer to hol 'em level.
I'VE all, this Teller (Jinkins was his
name-Job Jinkins) feler he took right
aholt an worked like he'd alters been
used to it. He worked hard an stiddy
an he knowed what he was adoin'. He
was mighty good hand with crops. But
he couldn't handle stock-not little bit.
He didn't seem to hev no sense when ii
come to dumb critters l aint got no
use fer a man as can't treat critte,
decent-a Teller at cusses an yanks an
pounds hosses an cows without no
provocation. l jest amt got no use fer
i'm nohow. l didn't hev them days
leastways. I see now at different folks
has different gifts and some understand
critters an some don't.
wall, Jinkns he took right up with
the church. got to singin' in the choir
an alters went to prayer meetin' with
the deacon's family. oh the deacon, he
thought Jinkins was all right.
Little Millie Har'son, ol' Deacon
Har'son's daughter, she singed in the
choir too, an cause Job he got to seem
her to choir practice-re'ly thet was how
he got to singin' in the choir.
Il never let on nuthin' but l KEEP
awatchin' things. 1 see the Teller was
gittin perty doggon thick with little
Millie. an she was gittin to think hull
lcl u tilt SISdhiii shuiih. w 81,
bout three months after he come there
| heerd at him an Millie was engaged.
Didn't s'prise me none, but l says t
mother says, It's mighty poor day
Ter thet girl when SHE marries thet
feler,' course l didn't know nothin' an
they wasn't nothin' at l could do er
say to stop the thing, SO l KEEP my mouth
shet.
1--WE all, long in the fall, me an John
Sanb'rn we went over to DMoine to do
some haulin'. No. we was agoin over
to Winterset. No twas D'Moine. Took
us three days to git ther'. Second night
we stopped over on the Nodaway an
went up to house to sit feed fer our
teams an place to sleep an eat. They
was little boy runnin' aroun' tn
place. bout es big es Naomy. l says to
m self the mint | sot eyes on i'm, l says
to m'self, I bet hoss agin' a blind
steer at that's Job Jinkins's youngone.
The little feler he come runnin' round
the stable an l asst i'm what was his
name. Joe Brown says the little fell
Ter. What's your papa's name? 1 says
My papa's names Joe Brown, too.
'Wher is your papa?' L donno. He
went away an never come back. We
went in to supper, an we did git a
mighty fine supper, you bet. Things
was nice an clean. an vttles cooked up
jest es nice es anybody could ask fer.
"Mighty nice boy Mis- Brown II
says. She smiled at him an then looked
kind O. sad like. Yes, Joey's a bright
boy, an he's mostly pretty good.
'Wher might his father be?' I says.
Now you've ast me what don't know,
she says. Mighty fine lookin' woman
she was Mr.. Brown left me bout two
year ago, an 1 haint heerd er seen
nuthn' of i'm since After supper l
says to her, quiet SOS nobody'd hear,
Mis- Brown, know wher your husband
is
"'He can stay wherever he is, she
says. He never was no good to me-
What fer lookin' man was he?
says I.
wall he was a middle size man,
kind o. chunky build brown hair an
blue-greeny eyes. Great feller to dress
up of a Sunday. He was a good han
to work when he took notion. He was
a feller to git along with the wimmin up
to sartin pint. oh, Joe Brown he'd the
maxim of a good man in 'im-mebbe
want the woman to git i'm to do is
best
"'Thats all / wanta know" I says.
He's out to Nevin, awDrkin' fer OF
Deacon Har'son. Bin ther' bout six
months er more. / knowed suthin' was
wrong bout that man the mint l sot
eyes on i'm. l never said nothin' cause
| didn't hev no proof. Now he's goin' to
marry the OF deacon's darter, little Mil
lie HarsOn.'
1.-The low-down sneakin' pup says
Mis- Brown. Wall, you can put stop
to his marryin'-he haint never got no
bill FIN me-.
"Well, sir, twas more'n a week fore
we got back home, an was afeared all
time at the critterd "a married the girl
bfore I cd git to see her. Soon es we
got home | tol mother all bout it, an
she says, mother says, Aaron, don't you
go sayin' nothin' to Deacon Har'son
Thet man amt got good ordinary sense
You go tell Mllie herself. Miles a
good honest girl, an she'll Civ that lyin'
scoundrel sunthin' at he wont never fer
git
Now don't go talkin' to me sif /
was a baby, mother 1 says, 4 guess l
know perty nigh how to handle the
skunk All tn same, 1 went over to
Har'sons an Millie she was a washin
up tn dinner dishes in TIL kitchen all
alone.
Good afternoon, Mister Rambo,
says Millie. Glad to see you safe home.