The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-07-28

heF Auf you. everybody quit
btddin' then She stands there a
minute, her eyes gettin' bigger N
bigger. l never see eyes so big
n soft m dark.
Would you do me a favor?'
she says at last.
/" Fifty of EN- I says. She
gives me a little smile.
Ones all that's necessary,
thank you.' she says. viii you
find Uncle Jake for me and tell
him | wish to see him.
You bet / WILL | says, n l
beats Il over to the barns. :.
l finds Uncle Jake. m he's got
weak eyes all right-he can't
hardly see. He's got rheumatism,
too-he's all crippled up with it,
When | get back with him, Miss
Goodloe's still standin' ON the
porch.
al want to find out who
bought old Mary, Uncle Jake she
says. DO you known
i was JUS fixin' to come over
hyar an tell you de good news,
Miss Sally says Uncle Jake.
When dey puts ole Mahey up TO
sale, she look pow'ful ole an
feeble. De auctioneer jes 'seeches
'em TO to make some sawt o. bid.
but hit ain no use. Dey doan'
nobody want her. Hit look lax
de auctioneer in a bad hole-he
doan' know what to do zakly.
Hits gittin' mighty 'bahassin' TO
him, so l say to him: Mr.. Auc-
tioneer, / ain promisin' nothin',
but Miss Sally Goodloe mought be
willin' to keep dis hyar ole mare
TO 'membrance sake" De auc-
tioneer am mighty tickled, an he
say, Uncle Jake, eff Miss Sally
will SOON de 'sponsibility OBJ dis
ole mare, hit would 'blige me
greatly" OATS howkum ole
Mahey back safe in de paddock.
an dey ain nobody gwine to take
her away fun you, honeyl'
Uncle jake says Miss Good
loe, where is your twenty dollars
you got for that tobacco you
raised?'
Ain l tole you bout dat,
Miss Sally? Dat mis- fable money
done skip out an leave thoo a hole
in ma packet says Uncle Jake,
N pulls one of his pants pockets
inside out. Sure enough there's
big hole I'm IT.
Didn't l give you safety
pin 10 pin that money In your in
side coat pocket2' says Miss Good
loe.
9" .Yess m, OATS right, ne says.
But Use counttn' de money one
day an a span OBJ mules broke
loose an stahts lickety-brindle TO
de balm, an amin to ketch de
mules, | pokes de money in de
pocket wild de hole. | amt neber
see dat no-'coun' money sence.'
Miss Goodloe looks at him fur
a minute.
Uncle Jake. oh. Uncle
Jake :. she says. These are the
things / just cant stand!' Her
eyes fill up, m while she bites her
lip again, il amt no use. Two
big tears roll down her cheeks.
I'll see you in moment she
says to me, m goes inside.
+" Bad times! Bad times, pow
full bad times!' says Uncle Jake.
m hobbies away a-mutterin' to-
hisself.
Its begun to get under my
skin right. I'm feelin' queer, N
l gets to thinkin' I'D better beat
IL. Don't be a fool!' I says to
myself. You amt had nothin'
to do with the cussed business n
you can't help IL none. IL you
don't buy this colt somebody else
will So l sets on the edge of
the porch m waits. IL amt so
long till Miss GoodlOe comes out
again. | gets up m takes off my
hat.
What horse do you wish to
buy?' she says.
The big chestnut colt of Mary
Goddess l says. They tell me
you own him.
"'Oh, 1 can't sell him. she
buekin' toward the door. No one
has ever ridden him but me-
is he fast?' / asks her.
"'Of course she says.
lis he mannered?' | asks.
Perfectly she says.
He amt never seen a barrier,
suppose?' | says.
He's broken to the barrier,
she says then.
"'who schools him. says.
You tells me nobody's been ON
him but you