The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1903-07-17

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hain't got much to do with human
'speculations one way or other"
EFF | just bad that scamp That roped
I'm in before me q minute. Ia fix i'm"
said Abner. DO you know what de
nomination Perkins belongs toy
NO, | don't" Dole blurted out. 'an'.
what's more, | don't care"
We'll. l acknowledge it sorter inter
ests me-" went on our philosopher in
an inscrutable tone. "beca'se. Brother
Dole. you kin often trace a mans good
ur bad doin's to his belief in Bible mat
tiers. Maybe you don't remember Jabe
Lyman that stold Thad Wilson's stump
suckin' boss an was ketched an put
up. l was at the courthouse in barley
when he received his sentence. His
wife sent me to i'm to carry his pipe
an one thing or other-a pair o socks
an other necessary tricks. a little can
o lye soap. fer one thing. She hadn't
the time to 20. as she said she had a
patch o young corn to hoe out. | found
i'm as happy as eff he was gem off on
a excursion. He laughed an lowed
1t nd be some time fore he got back.
an | wondered what could "a made
i'm so coutented. so | made some in
quiries on that line. | found that he
was a firm believer in predestination
an that what vas to be was foreor-
dained. He said that he firmly believed
he was predestinated to go to the coal
mines fer boss stealth. an that life was
700 short to be kickin' ag'in the Lords
way o runnin' matters. Besides. he
said. he'd heerd that they issued q plug
o tobacco Il week to chawin' prison
ers. an he could prove that he was one
o. that sort eff they'd look how he'd
ground his jaw teeth down to the
gums"
"Huh!" grunted Dole again. his sharp
gray eyes ON Abaer's face as if he half
believed that some of his own theories
We're being sneered at. 1t was true
that he. being a Methodist. had not ad-
vocated a belief in predestination, but
Abner Daniel had on more than one
occasion shown n decided tendency to
bunch all stringent religious opinions
together and east them down as out of
date. When in doubt i'm a conversation
with Abner. the preacher assumed a
GOODNESS ON the outside that was of en-
not consistent with the fires within
MIN. Il don't see what all that's got
TO do with Brother Bishops mistake"
he said frigidly as he leaned back in
his chair.
SsIt Sofc ma 70 ruonInrTng xrb,f do
nomination Perkins belongs to, that's
all said Abner, with another smile.
Il know in reason he's a big Ike in
come church in Atlanta. fer | never
knoWed n lawyer that wasn't foremost
In that way o. doin' good. I'll bet a
hoecake he belongs to some hifalutin'
crowd o w%orshipers that kneel down
Oh saft cushions an believe In scoopin'
In all they kin in the Lords name, an
that charity begins at home. | think
that myself, Brother Dole, fer thar
was Il plant as hard to git rooted
as charity is, an a body ought to have
r. whar they kin watch it close. tn
lie a heap o times eff you jest look at
Il, an il mighty nigh always has bad
soil ur a drought to contend with"
just then Pole Baker. who has al
ready been introduced to the reader,
rode up to the fence and hitched his
horse. He nodded to the two men on
the veranda and went around to the
smokehouse to get a piece of bacon
Bishop had promised to sell him on
credit.
"Huh!' Dole grunted. and he crossed
his long legs and swung his foot up
and down Il ,rvously. He had the look
of a man who was wondering why
such i~nsufferable bores as Abner should
so often accompany a free dinner. He
had never felt drawn TO the man. and
it irritated him to think that just when
his mental faculties needed rest Abner
always managed to introduce the very
topics which made it necessary for
him TO keep his wits about him.
'Take that Teller thar" Abner went
on, referring to Baker. He's about the
hardest customer in this county, an yet
he's bein' managed right now. He's got
a wife an seven children an is a holy
terror when he gifts drunk. He used TO
be the biggest daredevil moonshiner in
all these mountains. but Alan kept be-
friendin' i'm fust N way an another
tell he up one day an axed Alan what
he could do fer i'm. Alan amt none o.
yore shoutin' kind o. Christians. He
shakes a nimble toe at a shindig when
he wants an knows the ace from a
tenspot. but he gifts thar with every
claw in the air when some'n' has to be
done. So when Pole axed i'm that
Alan jest said. as quiet as eff he was
i'm fer a match to light a cigar,
Quit yore moonshinin', Pole That
was all he said. Pole looked i'm straight
In the V fer a minute an then said: