The Durham recorder. [volume] (Durham, N.C.) 1879-19??, 1910-02-17


4 when be was boy. He liked the
4 grub and he liked the cornhusks and
4 he liked Brown. Brown had way OF
stealing thing and vet paying enough
for It to square the law-that bit Ebe-
nezer where be lived.
His daughter liked Brown. too. and
4 twas easy enough to see TINT Brown
liked her She was a mighty pretty
girl. the kind Peter called queen
and the active manager took to her
like cat to fish. They was together
more'n half the time. Citing up sailing
parties, or playing croquet. or setting
up on the Lovers Nest" which was
a kind Of slab summer house Brown
had rugged up on the bluff where Aunt
Sophrony's pigpens used TO be in the
old days. But all that was afore the
count come aboard
We got our first letter from the count
about, the Sd Of June. The writing
was all over the plate like billed din
ner. and the English looked like ii had
been shook up In bag. but 1t was
signed with a nine fathom. toggle jint-
ed name that would give poll parrot
the lockjaw and had the word count
on the bow OF II.
You never see a Teller happier than
Peter T. Brown.
Can he hare rooms?" says Peter
Can he. Wei. should rise 10 elo.
cute. He can have the best there Is
II yours lruly has to bunk In the coop
With the gladstone Plymouth Rock.
Tlafs what. He says he's a count
and he'll b. advertised as count
from this place 10 where rolls the
Oregon
And he WIS too The papers were
full Of how Count what's-his-name
was hanging uui az The Old Home
House. aud ~ got more letters from
rich old women and pork picking
moneyLags ihan you couid stake i
slick NJ u you want TO catch the
free aud equal nabob Of II glorious re
public. bait ~ with little nobility
aud yOn'll hee your salt wet Ia no
time, We had to rig up rooms III the
carriage house. aud me aud Jonadab
sicpi ~ tile haymow
The count himself hove IN sight on
June 10 lie was little. smoked
Italian man with pair Of legs thar
would have been carried away In a
gale and black mustache with
waxed ends that you'd think would
punch holes in the pillowcse. His
talk was like his writing. only worse.
hut from the time his big trunk with
The foreign labels was carried upstairs
be was skipper and all hands of the
Old Home House
And The funny part of Il was that
cid man Diliaway was as much gone
on him as the rest For self made
American article he was the worst
gone On this machine made impor;a-
ton that ever you see. s'pose when
you've got more money than you can
spend for straight goods you naturally
50 IN for buying curiosities: 1 can't
see no other reason.
Anyway. from the minute the count
come over the side IL was -Goodby.
Peter" The foreigner was first oar
with the old man and general consort
for the daughter. II worried Peter:
you could see that. He's set In the
barn with Jonadab and me. thinking.
thinking. and all at once he'd bust out:
BLESS that dago's heart. I haven't
chumined In with the degenerate aris-
tocracy much 10 my time. but some
where or other I've seen that chap be-
fore Now. where wheTel -whereg~
For the first two weeks the count
peld bis board like major; then he
let Il slide. But Peter got bluer and
blucr.
One night We was Ia the setting
room-mc aud Jonadab aud the count
and Ebenezer The queen and the
rest Of the i,oarders was abed.
Tie count was spinning n pigeon
English yarn " how he'd fought a
duel with rapIers. When bed finished
old DilIaway pounded his knee and
sung out:
That's business. That'sthe way to
tx EN-. No lawsuits. no argument. no
delays. Just take EN- out and punch
holes holes ~ EN-. Did you hear that.
-yes. heard IT, says Peter. kind
OF absentmInded like. Fighting with
rszors. wasn't itT.