News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1903-07-01

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| framed nose glasses was carefully read
ing long document written on legal
! cap paper. He paid no attention to the
| entrance of his son, but the lawyer, a
short, fat man of siXty-ive with thick
black hair that fell below his coat col
lar, rose and extended his hand.
"How's Alan" he asked pleasantly.
81 saw you down in the field as | come
along, but | couldn't catch your eye
You see, I'm out after some O. your
dads cash. He's buying hisse'f rich
My Lord, if it ever does turn his way
he'll scoop in enough money to set you
an your sister up for life! Folks tell
me he owns mighty near every stick
of timber land in the Cohutta valley,
an what he has/he got at the bottom
figure"
'If it ever turns his way" said
Alan. "But do you see any prospect
Of its ever doing so, Mr. TrabueT'
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders.
81 never bet on another mans~trick,
my boy, and | never throw cold water
on the plans of a speculator | used
to when l was about your age, but l
saw so many of 'em get rich by paying
no attention to me that l quit right
his own judgment"
Old Bishop was evidently not hear
ing a word of this conversation, being
wholly absorbed in studying the de-
tails of the deed before him. 81 reckon
it's all right" he finally said. You
say the Tompkins children are all of
ageT'
Eyes, Effle was the youngest" an
swered Trabue land she stepped over
the line last Tuesday. There's her
signature in black and white. The
deeds all right. l don't draw up any
other sort"
Alan went to his father and leaned
over him. Father" he said softly
and yet with firmness. Il wish you'd
not act hastily in this deal You ought
to consider mothers wishes, and she is
nearly distracted over it,"
Bishop was angry His massive,
clean shaven face was red. I'D like
W hION w nat 1 u COIISulI DtI IeE, he
said. I'm a matter O this kind a wom-
ans about as responsible as a suckin'
baby"
Trabue laughed heartily. well, l
reckon it's good thing your wife
didn't heaS that or she'd show you
whether she was responsible or not. |
couldn't have got the first word of !
that off my tongue before my wife |
would "a knocked me clean through |
that wall"
Alfred Bishop seemed not to care for
levity during business hours, for he
greeted this remark only with frown
He scanned the paper again and said
"Well> eff thar's any flaw in this /
reckon you'll make it right"
"Oh, yes, I'll make any mistake of
mine good" returned Trabue. 1.-THE
papers all right"
You see" said Alan to the lawyer.
mother ana | think father has al
ready more of this sort of property
than he can carry, and
Il wish you and yore mother d let
my business alone" broke in Bishop,
firing up again. "Trabue heer knows
I've been worryin' i'm fer the last two
months to get the property in salable
shape. DO you reckon after he gets it
that away want to listen to yore two
-ongues a-waggin in open opposition
% it?"
Trabue rubbed his hands together.
1T really don't make bit of differ
ence to me, Alan, one way or the
'ther," he said practically. I'm only
lcting as attorney for the Tompkins
sstate and get my fee whether there's
| transfer or not, That's where stand
II the matter"
But it's not Whar | stand in it, Mr..
Crabue," said a firm voice in the door
way. 1t was Mrs. Bishop, her blue
yes flashing, her face pale and rigid.
i think I've got right-and a big
ne-to have say so in this kind of a
rade. woman ats stayed by a
mans side fer thirty odd yeer an
aked an scraped to hep save a little
landful O. property fer her two chill
ren has got right to raise rumpus
V hCu uCl uuSDdlu CUES crooked ike
Alfred has an starts in to bankrupt
en- all jest fer a blind notion O. his'n."
oh thar you are"' said Bishop, lift
ne his eyes from the paper and glar-
ny at her over his glasses. Il knowed
d have to have a Touchdown an
rag out fight with you fore | signed
ny name, so sail in an git it over.
'rabue's got to ride back to town."
But whar in the name o. common
ense is the money to come from p the
woman hurled at her husband as she
ested one of her bony hands on the
dge of the table and glared at him.
AS | understand it, thar's about 5000
ores in this piece alone an yo're
payin' dollar a acre. Whar's it
comm from, I'd like to know? Whar's
to come from?p
Bishop shifted and ran a steady hand
yer his short, gray hair. you see
6w little she knows O. my business"
e said to the lawyer. "Heer she's
aisin' the devil an Tom Walker about
he trade, an she don't so much as
now whar the moneys to come from"
"How was ! to knowP retorted the
'oman, when you've been tellin' me
er the last six months that thar