The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1897-11-27
human. if2the straits heb n asp Z
sweakened him down eons Fabie Some

!olkssaySf Bpb &dksto come along and
!, .ffefs 10. fix things. up the old man
wouldn' make no objections. But the
logs got the Cissel stubbornness along
with his mothers tarnal perseverance.
Gary Hopwood cut enough chicken featht
ers off the quilts for to make 20 pound
bed" ~. rc,yA.
The 81 Sunlight was something 'beauti.
full to see as the cowboys showed their
milk cans into the car and began to dis
perse around the station! 1t lay along
the fence rails in, brilliant streaks, land
on the frosty ground were silver sprigs
and silver stones Even the half frozen
road dirt lay in ridges of crustea white
ness 1t looked as if there would be a
right good freeze soon and healthy
winter. ..&e
Walking across the frosty road2 on
his way from the store to the Station,
was old Cissel He was tall, old man,
with stoop in his shoulders that was
becoming 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
politely to Shacklett. Then his. face
frightened perceptibly. WANT to buy
a boss, Shacklett?'' he inquired Il can
sell you as fine boss as You II happen
across in the country. I've got to sell
him. I'll sell him dirt cheap to you,
Shacklett. I'm wantin money. The
world amt got no use for man with
out money. I'll let you have the eritter
for $l25 You'd ststake me up, eh?"
He tried to speak all through in a bust
nesslike way. in the manner of an in,
dependent man Offering his wares for
sale, but his voice faltered when he said
that the world hadn't any use for a man
without money and the fear showed it.
self in his eyes. "a hundred and TWEEN
ty-five dollars amt much for boss
like Hawk, Ell, Shacklett?"
"No faint much, acquiesced
Shacklett, ''but times is hard. tell
you what you do, Cissel." He laid his
hand upon Cissel's shoulder "You git
on that thar boss. Nobody rides him bet
/. ter n you, though you's most so. You
jest git on that boss and ride him home.
The Teller in the county that wants the
boss worst is Bub. so
Cissel threw off the kindly grasp and
drew himself up II reckon" he said
, "as Williams'll be glad to buy the boss
on the present terms. l was speakin to
him yesterday"
I'm an old man, too, said Shack
lett, land ! know thar amt but one
4 place ON earth for old men. You'll be
sorry for it by and by, 'Cissel and the
: boy'll 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
4 good?"
z Old Cissel stepped forward with a
lurch, steadied himself, Strengthened
his shoulders 1.-The Cissels, he said
stubbornly, never gifts sorry
Shacklett shook his head in dismal
disapproval 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. cts the boys place to come for.
ward" he muttered. Hes young.
It's too hard for to expect an old man
to give up to his own boy, But Bulbs
got the mothers perseverance. She cut
enough of chicken feathers off the quill
for to make % pound bed.
The Washingtons kept old Cissel six
weeks before Mrs Washington spoke in
all earnestness and severity about the
board money. "Some'n'sgotto bedone, u
she said emphatically. "Times is hard.
Ann carp KEEP you four weeks, and she
ain t had cent from you yit The hos:
is eatin his head off in Cramer stable,
and you're OWN me six weeks board
Now and then ] have KEEP boarder tc
help along, but I've al ays been paid al
the end of the week Of course if you
,, was to sell the boss at once amt say
!, in you mightn,t. stay on,'but you've
been yer six weeks tomorrow evenin
and you ain no nearer sellin him thar
when you come. Washin,ton was sayir
yesterday it's all fullishness, you settir
a price on theNh boss You might "a go
$lg5 by the rattle, but you amt gunnt
! git a hundred right down from farmer
What you can git for the boss that I
what he's wuth.''
! 1.-THE hoSs comes from good stock, ;
; said the old man family. IF any on,
, wanted fine trotter"-
. "No matter who's wantin a fine trot
, ter, they amt wantin it at fancy
: price, said Mrs. Washington 80
! course if you must keeplthe boss, ther
!, it's Bulbs place to keep the two of you
! If he won't let you stay at the farm, hi
ought for to make arrangements abou
yer board. Laws!' she added, lookins
keenly into the old mans face :"
, should think as the boy'll be might,
|, sorry after while if he does nothil
|, now.
: "The Cissels," said the old man bro
y kenly-"they never gifts sorry"
> II don't want to do nothin mean,
salu MIS- washington, ,put VIC w.
, oughter come fawward now if ever To
morrow's Thanksgivin.
, The old man rose and went out of tn,
house. He. walked very slowly across t,
q the station and fingered about, but tn
: people evaded him. Nobody wanted t,
q buy horse. and most of the cowboy
. were becoming weary of his entreaties
IF he'd had the rattle, he'd been al
right for awhile" they said
n ''The world amt got no use for