Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-06-03
CAlPHURNIA AND THE MILLIONAIRE


you loose and let you begin again, hoping
do?'
Dacre shot swift, circling look around
the Tiny building, and at the half-open door.
HIS auto. breathing hoarsely to itself, stood
outside. He had half IL mind to slug his
way TO the door, jump in the machine and
trlumphantly escape. Then vision rose
De1ore nina vision of an exquisite Georgia
blossom which had managed to flower per-
1ectiy from very rough stem.
eastern schools had polished Jennie
Mathews. Eastern fashions had taught he1
to set properly the jewel of her most un-
usual loneliness; her accent retained only
enough southern slurring to make it most
alluring. No, she should not call him a
coward. No--he would not bolt. ever
though his victorious path should lie over
scientifically slugged farmers. Aloud he
said coolly:
Yes, l can work"
Very WELL" said the justice, didactically
State to the court how you would earn
grub for one let alone two If that daddy
OF yours was to bust up-which many fell
low has done before him. A million dollars
amt safer than hundred. Sometimes
not so much So
Il would teach boxing"
The justice frowned and sneered together
why not gambling? I'm talking of some
thing decent
II would be fencing master"
Fencing master? Folks don't need no
plain, straight-eyed work.
Lafue snorted. and his master kicked his
shins SO savagely that the Frenchmans
glee died on the spot
L could teach swimming or riding"
Every little niger knows how to SWIM -
said the justice scornfully and as for
riding-what kind of folks need a teacher
for riding, young man? Come down to bus
mess and talk sense. What can you do
that's worth doing-what solid, respectable
work."
Dacre, resourceful by nature sent his
mind skimming over such agricultural tasks
as were most in evidence on farm Milk
ing he rejected; it seemed a curious and
to be done by wire Enclosures. Harvesting
was over. But blowing ground seemed in
fashion at all seasons, and was SO elemental
as to be well within his grasp.
Il can plow," he averred boldly. throw
ing back his broad young shoulders, a smile
touching his mouth.
The justice seemed half pleased half
taken aback Then he remarked suspi-
ciously:
Can you prove it?"
Dacre shrugged his shoulders He felt he
was gaining respect.
Certainly I can prove it," he said. con-
temptuously. "Give me a. piece of ground
and a blow.
Straight furrow?'
Unless you want It crooked said Dacre
sarcastically.
Umnm-Well, said the Justice, while a
buzz of approval came from the audience
Let him finish breaking your turnip
patch. Mathews" called a fat red-headed
landowner, shifting his suspenders.
Il will break it with pleasure" said
Dacre haughtily, merely to show you that
because a man has money it does not I'M
fit him for work; rather the contrary But
l want nobody gaping after me. l give you
my promise not to escape. You may in
spect the field after / have finished it,
-bflad
Anyhow, Mathews, you can see he ism t
up to monkey shines by glancing from your
porch.
The Georgia sun beat holly on the red
Georgia clay, Slightly covered with layer
of richer soil
The white mule hitched to the plow wrg-
gled her long ears and glanced derisively
backward. Calphurnia felt the hands of an
absolute novice on the stock.
Therefore instead of stepping daintily and