News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1903-07-08

TAIN" said Abner Daniel svnno.
thetically, but eff was Won I'd on
down to Atlanta an Dee Perkins Won
kin tell by the way he acts whether
thar's anything in his railroad story or
not. But by gum, YOU ort to know
whar you stand. YoOKe loaded vore-
sef from hind to fore duarters. an of
you don't plant yore feet on some,n
| you'll go down."
Bishop clutched this nronosition as q
drowning man would al straw "WelI
will go see 'im," he said. 'I'll go lest
to satisfy you. AS fer as I'm concerned
| know he wasn't tellin' me no lie. but
l reckon you all never ii rest till Won
are satisfied"
He descended the steps and crossed
the yard to the barn. They saw him
lean over the rail fence for a moment
as if in troubled thought
Poor father" said Alan to his uncle
as his mother retired SLOWLY into the
house. He seems troubled, and it may
mean our ruin-absolute ruin"
ut amt no trifin' matter" admitted
Daniel. "Thar's no tellin' how MANY
thousand acres he may have bought.
He's keepin' somethin' to bisse'f. I re.
member jest when that durn skunk of
a lawyer put that flea in his yeer. They
was at Hanson's mill an talked con-
fidential together mighty nigh all morn.
in. But let's not cross a bridge tell we
git to it. Let's talk about some'n else.
I hain't never had a chance to tell Won.
Uur seed that gal in town Yesterday
an talked to 'er."
did you, Uncle ABB" The face of
the young man frightened. His tone
was eager and eXpectant.
"Yes. I'd hitched in the wagon yard
an run into Hazens drugstore to git a
box O axle grease an was comm out
with the durn stuff under my arm
when l run upon 'er a-settin in bug
gy waitin' to git a clerk to fetch 'er
out a glass o sody water She recog-
niZed me, an fer no other earthly rea-
son than that I'm yore uncle she spoke
to me as pleasin' as basket O. chips.
What was | to do? l never was in
such a plight in my life. I'd been I'M
loadin' side meat at Bartow's ware
house an was kivered from head to
foot with salt and grease. l didn't
have on no coat, an the seat O. my
pants was non est don't think thar
was any est about 'em, to tell the
truth. But knowed it wouldn't be the
part of a gentleman to let 'er set thar
stretchin' 'er neck out O socket to call
ed about, hopin' an prayin' eff she did
look at me she'd take a fancy to the
back O. my head, an went in the store
an told 'em to git a hustle on Their
se'ves. When-i come out, she hauled
me up to ak some questions about
when camp meetin was goin' to set in
this yeer an when Adele was comm
home. l let my box O. axle grease
drap an it rolled like wagon wheel
off duty an me after it, bendin-
bendin' of all positions-heer an yam
in the most ridiculous way. | tell you,
Ia never play croquet ur leapIfOS In
them pants. All the way home |
thought how I'd disgraced you"
"Oh, you are all right, Uncle ABB
laughed Alan. "She's told me several
times that she likes you very much.
She says you are genuine-genufne
and through, and she's right"
"I'd ruther have her say it than any
other gal | know" said Abner. "She's
purity as red shoes, an eff I'm any
judge she's genuwine too. I've got an
other idee about 'er, but | amt a-givin'
it away jest now"
"You mean that she"-
"No," and the old man smiled mis-
II didn't mean nothin' o
the sort. | wonder how on earth you
could "a got sech a notion in yore
head. I'm goin' to see how that black
scamp has left my cotton land. III
bet he hain't scratched it any deeper
n a old hen would "a done lookin' fer
worms"
CHAPTER III,