Live Oak daily Democrat. (Live Oak, Fla.) 190?-190?, 1906-09-06
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By FRANK H. SWEET ]
copyright. 1906. by Frank T. Sweet

disreputable in its neglect As
the stranger stepped from the
ancient carryall which he had
ed and hired from the station plat
81 seven miles away he felt the ut
incongruity of it ALL Only nine
rs from Wall street. and it Nigh!
On the opposite side Of the world.
looked about with an air Of QueS-
ling Renaissance. as though VOL
ng If he could have been familiar
any of this in a less critical pc
4 OF his life.
Iii the history Of it was an open
IS. The young blood and thew had
IS in search of the car Of progress.
many OF the older people had fol
ed to help or lean on them. The
4 left were those who had neither
ide interest nor inside ambition.
turned to the owner Of the carry
who was still regarding the dollar
Ia him with pleased interest
Jan you tell me where Joseph Ali
1e lives?" he inquired.
homo; not round here. An still.
mans face wrinkling into intense
tght, "the name does sound nat'ral.
lie used to live in that little house
Dss the street." the stranger said.
ting with his cane, ''the one whose
81 has fallen In"
Oh. them Alibones," with an air of
<ef. Il thought the name had some
.ng In II. But we amt spoke two
hes round here since I don't know
en-. It's old Joe, an fat Tom, an
De an big John, that away. Before
doctor an preacher died we did
h out their whole names, jest to be
,ek up, but IT'S too much work right
'ng. I amt heered the name Alibone
,ke out In twenty year. But say.
anger" his voice becoming more ami
led. shat house has a big hist'ry.
3 O. the boys went OF an got him
i scan'alous rich, so he could buy
roads an palaces an'-an' ships on
ocean. When we heered we looked
him to send a wagon full Of gold
IN to his brother Joe. but he never
/"
Where does Joe-Joseph liver the
niger asked eagerly.
'omethlng In the voice made the
Tyall owner look at him wondering
then walk twice around him. snap
g his fingers from time to time and
dying the tailor made clothes and
hat and gloves with frank admira-
and awe. At last he stopped d.
fly IN front and looked curiousIy
D the strangers face. BE We himT
asked.
Where does Joseph Alibone live"
patiently.
BE ye himT anxiously and without
least notice Of the question. Then:
ut Of course We be. The clothes
Nv IT." He puckered his face concili-
ngiy and thrust it to within a few
hes Of the strangers, whispering:
Iow'd We do It? want to be scam
'us rich myself; always have wanted
be-"
win you tell me where my brother
es or shall | ask some one else?"
'Ye be him then" joyously. Goose
want to see Joe right of. It's nat
But I'll foller We down soon's l
the mail sorted, an find out how
done. Ye see, I'm mail carrier an
Stmaster both. an sheriff an town
stable. But it's main hard TO
|rk, an when We show me bout get
scan'alous rich | shan't do a stitch.
; have mail come in here twieet
ery week. See this street,"
Yes"
'Waal. foller it right on two mile an
nnS a little HIT On the rig 1T hand
= In the woods. The street amt Il
pet then: It's a path. But the hut'S
Pre-. It's Joe's. AM
Sut the stranger had turned abruptly
was hurrying down the street. The
fryall owner looked after him
|ughtfully.
Funny how he went from here right
among folks. drummers an al
rs. an got richer'n they did-Scan.
rs rich. folks say. Funny, When
10 the city l git skinned every
Re. But he does look old -older'n hi
Pther Joe. An If l member right
rs Tom who was youngest. WAL
glad | didn't tell him l WAS LiSl
ram, the boy who whipped him th'
before he run OGs. Maybe 'twouli
eart me gettin' rich. He, her
ne hut was easily found, for, be
y The seven or eight houses lef
aaing in the village. it was the Onl!
'aing the stranger saw. And the
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