The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1899-04-12


waiting for the chance. The conse-
quence was that one Of his neighbors
got the job, and it turned out to be one
with big money in it. But Uncle Morg's
heart was true to Buster
"'I don't care!' said he. The chances
is that if I'd "a took that contract and
made all that money I'd a put the
money in a bank and the bank would
"a busted. 1 tell you, Buster knows!'
Then there was the new preacher
that came on the circuit, the meekest.
mildest and most harmless of men.
When he went to make his first pas
toral call on Sister Binder he was
bounced off the premises by Buster so
quick that he never exactly knew how
he got out into the road. 1t saddened
the hearts of Uncle Morg and Aunt
Peggy to know that the new preacher
had been weighed in Busters balance
and found wanting, but there was no
getting around it. The new preacher
was necessarily under their suspicion,
and they never went to meeting once
during all that year. Their faith in
Busters wisdom was not shaken by the
fact that when the dominic quit the
district it was with a spotless and en-
viable record.
1.-The world hain't come to an end
yit,' Uncle Morg declared. Preachers
is doin' some terrible queer things
these days, when you hain't 'spectin'
of it, and that I'm has got plenty o time.
Buster knows!'
$50, knowing all these things about
Buster and the blind confidence of
Uncle Morg and Aunt Peggy in his or
ocular powers, l was naturally amazed
and puzzled to see Uncle Morg hanging
over the pasture bars, all in the dumps
over the evident SCATTERING of the fam
lily idol.
'Steered you against bunco camel
I exclaimed. Not Buster!'
"'Yes, Buster!' moaned Uncle Morg.
He has gone and shook my confidence
in him tremendous! Seems as if /
couldn't never put no dependence on
MIN again. Say, John! You know what
store me and Peggy sot by that know
in little varmint?'
81 assured Uncle Morg that I certainly
knew all about it.
"'You member how his idees O.
things worked in that railroad tie deal?'
said Uncle Morg.
"'I do said L.
"'And you member how me and
Peggy bumped along for year and
better without spiritual consolation
OWN to Busters opinions about the new
dominica
eyes, yes!' said 1.
"'We Jest sat by and said Buster
knows, aud let things jog said Uncle
Morg, 'setch was our confidence in that
air mule. Well, John, one day about
two months ago the incest young chap
the house, jumped outen his wagon and
started for the door. Buster was there
and took charge of the young Teller.
Seemed as if he was jest about ticllled
to death to see the chap. He showed his
nose against his sleeve the welcomest
kind, and actually walked him right up
to the door, and even wanted to foller
him into the house, he had took sech
fancy to the nice young fellow. WE'LL
now, John, that was all the recommend
me and Peggy wanted fer him, and he
didn't dilly-dally a minute in gittin'
right down to business. He got down
to it so snug that in less than Is minutes
he had my signatoor to contract to- be
the agent in the corner O the hemlock
belt for the most amazin' stumppulfer
and root-grubbin' machine that ever
was. Then the nice young man went
away, with Buster a-showin him back
to his wagon most kind and consider
ate.
"s"Peggy," says I, as the Teller drove
off, "I'll bet my boots on that chap!
Buster knows!" says.
"Well, John, t'other day the con-
tract to be the agent for that amazin'
stump puller and root-grubbin' ma
chine turned up in the shape O. the
slickest cut-throat judgment note for
$3.50 that you ever see, and with it come
notice from a lawyer that l was ex-
pected to drop in on him at the county
seat and settle that note without delay.
/ sent back word that I'd be darned if
would, and so they come over yesterday
and levied on this, that and tother O.
my movable goods and appearances,
includin' Buster. If have to pay that
goI ding swindlin' note, of course I'll
pay it. faint the money mind, John!'
said Uncle Morg, sadly. But to think
that, arter we've let Buster have the
run O. the place for 20 year and better,
he'd turn to and steer us up ag'in a
bunco game, is what's breakin' us all up!
Seems to me, John, as if it'd be sort O.
hard for us to pin our confidence on
Buster again arter this!'
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