Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1903-07-01

Listen to nottt,' !. y tl,titlsiercd bishop.
estate. Yore pa tried TO buy the land
n yeer ago, but 1t wasn't In shape to.
4 dispose OF. Oh. Alan, don't you see
!! he's goin. to ruin us with his fool no
tionsf Folks NIL about are a-laughin'
Mt him fer buyin' SO much useless
mountain land. I'm powerful afeerd
his mind Ii wrong
..Well, mother, what could do?''
! Alan Bishop asked ilnpatiently. You
know; he won't listen to me-
Il reckon you can't stop 'im," sighed
Z the woman. but l wish you'd come on
to the house. l knowed he was up to
somesn'. Ever day fer the last week
! he's been ridin' up the valley an 'follin'
nm tumblln' mt night an cffawinr ten
times as much tobacco as he ort. Oh,
he's goin. to ruin us Brother Abners
! says he is buyin' beca'se he thinks it's
< goin' to advance In value, but sech
property shain't advanced a speck sense
/ \ kin remember an is bein' sold ever
yeer fer tax money"
mo, it's very foolish of him." said
LIZ u Od1ifs Hull uo lllG LMo luIliGu lO-
ward the house. Father keeps talking
about the fine timber on such property,
but It Is entirely too far from q rail-
road ever to be worth anything. ask
ed Rayburn Miller about it, and he
told me to- do. all i could to stop father
from investing. and you know he's as
sharp speculator as ever lived; but
Z it's his money q
There was paling fence around the
house, and the Enclosure was alive with
sehickens, turkeys, geese, ducks and pea
: fowls. In the sunshine on the veranda
two pointers lay sleeping, but at the
sound Of the opening gate they rose,
stretched tlemselv es slazily and gaped.
hey are in the parlor,'' said Mrs.
bishop, ms site whisked off her break
FAST shawl. Go right iu; 4 liz come in
a siuipute. faswait to soc how Linda Is
smakilt' ont with the. churnin' La! 1
4 feel III e it's a waste O. timesto do a
lick o work With him tns thar actin
I ikea Guild. EFF we both go III together,
! II II look like we've concocked some
thin. but we must stoi, I'm eff we kin. !"
Alal, went Into. the spnrlor. on the left
.0f the Wide, nncarpetef hall The room
lad white plastered walls. but the cell
Ing was Of boards planned by; hand and
painted sky blue. In one corner stood
"a very old piano witt pointed, octag-
spl,al legs and stool with haircloth
Seoyeringa The fireplace was. wide and
high and had u screen made of a dec
grated window shade tightly pasted on
l,wooden frame. Old man Bishop sat
{. near window and through his steel
framed, nose glasses was carefully read
( ing q long document written on legal
cap paper. He paid no attention to tho
!. entrance OF his son, hut the lawyer, q
short. fat lnnn of sixty-f1ye with thick
black, hair that fell below his coat col
lar. rose and extended his hand.
How sAlam?. he asked pleasantly.
L II saw YOU down III the field as l come
S.nlong. but couldn't catclf your eye.
You see. I'm out after some, o. your
lnd's: cash, He's buying hisse'f RICH,
1 My Lord II 1t ever does turn his way
he'll scoop In enough money to set you
4 an, your sister UP for life! Folks tell
mo he owns mighty near every stick
of timber land In the Cohutta valley,
an what lie has he got ut the bottom
figure.
a II It ever turns his way sail
Alan. But do YOU see any prospect
I Of its ever doing So, Mr.. Trabue?''
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders.
:" never bel on another mans trick,
s my boy, and never throw cold water
on. the plans Of n speculAtor. used
to when was about your age, but !
I saws0 many of 'eIn get rich by paying