The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-12-13
ADealin Stock
BY ". H. M ACKELLAR. ~~>~~@~~~~~>~~<

crop failed, the merchant who had ad- vanced him money on it, merely took what he could find, and that was the end of it. The fact that ha was not paid in full gave no worry to Nose. It was the fortune of war with poverty! Nobody knew the mule was dead. ex- cept his wife, and she rarely left the place. Few visitors ever came to such Q retired spot, and once buried, he might fix the date of the creatures demise, to suit himself.
 His mind was quickly made up. Going into the house he seized his coat, and telling Aunt Maria that he would "be back in short" he set out for the village five miles distant. when he expected to effect his financial arrangement.
 Once arrived, there was little difficulty in finding MT. Angler. Indeed, that gen. tleman was usually to be found some where on the court house square of the dingy little county town, his principal business being, to all apearances, that of holding down a position of the shady side of 1t. His real business was, how- ever, that of lending money to negroes on doubtful security at an exorbitant rate of interest.
 When Nose had located him by the sun, and Automatically detached him from the little knot of idlers with him, the old darkey opened his negotiations for a loan.
 Boss I sho' is glad ter see you. tole ma ole lady I wuz gwine too come right on here ter you. Elf dar wuz anybody dat could hep us outn' CT tight hit wuE you. Dat time you len me dem five dol lars, you shO' wuz CT heap CT 'sistance ter me. When I paid you your money, right den en dar. said ter myself, when gifts in CT tight ergin, I gwine right ter Mir. Angler"
 Well Nose" said Mir. Angler. what can do for your
 'Dar now! see dar now! what I tell you" Exclaimed the old negro. "Ye see Boss" (drawing nearer and adopting confidential tonel dis ain no time ter be mekkin no big debt. De ain no crop! En eff keeps on gittln en gettin fun de sto' jus ain going pay out nOhowi De times is dun got so hard, jis got ter do sumpin ter hep long, en I Wanter to Kit CT moggidge on mer mule for bout S10 jis ter go 'pon till cawn come ergin.''
 'Is 1t that grey mule I've seen you ride2''
 "Yesser Boss, dat him."
 ''Is he yours?''
 ''Yas sir! yas sir! bot i'm fum Marse Will Anderson las Chris'mus."
 Nobody has mortgage on him now hasn't MT. Groce a mortgage on him as we'll as ou your crop?'
 No sir! Ain nobody got no moggidge on dat mule"
 How did you get the mule?' Is he paid for?"
 FWeIl you see Boss, I din't pay no money fur i'm. Marse Will, he want CT boy bout de house. en tek de mule fur mer boy Dare's wuk."
 "Oh, see! Did you make contract?''
 'Yes sir, Marse Will got de contrack"
 Well where is the muller"
 De mule? he home. Dis aim no time .ar gear fur mules ter be gwine up en down do road. Dat mule nuvver is ter lief dat place nowi''
 This about concluded the negotiations, and in a short time thereafter the 7log- gidge" was drawn up and signed. and Nose with his $10 went on his way re- joicing. It may be noted, however. tbat the figures in the mortgage were $12s0.
 Mir. Angler went immediately to the court house where he filed the paper fJr record, and, then made a careful searcn through the records for the contract above alluded to. Failing to find It, he closed the book with an air of satisfac- tiOn and muttered, 'I thought so."
 As he walked back across the squa:e he