Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-06-04
rIMEsREPUBLICAN MARsHAIL1owN IOWA: JUNE I. 1915

Mes NGE QOA1NlANs A<1le
This Int on land..' dsrsdsd waning.
ford. "How many acres are thers to
this placer
Twenty" {
"And It won't grow mullen stalksl''
scorned Wallingford. Look ont Of the
window at those stone covered hill
Sides"
what did you say your name was.
mister?'' asked Bunker.
~. Rufus Wallingford." answered
that gentleman. feeling that he had
better play safe on that item.
II thought heard TINS other man
call you that" went on Mr.. Bunker.
"Well. Mr.. Wallingford. I'm Just Z
plain farmer, and. being I'm anxious 10
get back to my farm with some ready
cash, I'm willing to make leete sac
ri6ce to you. Ill call the farm $1,000
and the house $500 and the furniture
$1,000. That's $4,000 But ] want spot
cash. There's barn out there. too.
you know"
"I'll think It over. but know won't
pay you that price," said Wallngford.
you'd better think quick, for there's
other people wants this place." pre-
varicated Mr.. Bunker. 'Supposing you
Just walk out to the barn and back and
give me your answer"
you'll be perfectly satisfied II you
get your fifteen hundredT inquired
Wallingford out at the barn.
"Satis6ed!" echoed Dollar Bill. It'd
be plumb slothful."
.All right: think I'll give It to You, -
suddenly decided J. Rufus.
He want back toward the house, and
Mr.. Bunker came down the kitchen
steps to meet him.
"There's a good grazing meadow
down yonder where the spring run goes
through" he urged.
"You couldn't Craze a sick dog on It
III give you three thousand five hun
dred for the farm and everything in
It or on It II you can assure me Of a
clear quitclaim deed and viii leave
Poplarville tomorrow and stay away"
"CashT' demanded Lafayette Bun
ker with quivering eagerness.
Money" Wallingford assured him
plain, simple United States green
backs pronounced genuine at any
bank"
.Come right over to Lafayette to the
courthouse" invited Mr.. Bunker. I'VE
can drive It in an hour and half in
your hired rig out there"
.
.Sieve'' Bascom, 90 nicknamed BE-
cause his face was 30 infinitely and 30
evenly pockmarked and because he
could not hold liquor, plunged his spade
slowly into the turf Of the old Bunker
front yard and paused to rest
This country's all for the rich" he
growled. "a man that's born poor
stays poor, an the only chance that
he's got il to slave from morning to
night"
Jim Jams Jones, working with On
equally reluctant spade On the oppo:
site side Of the path, paused in tn
very act Of hft1ng a few ciods 10 agree
Tho tip Of Mr.. Jones' dubious moss
was an angry copper red, and Tiers
was no sobriety to the windward sida
Of him.
''some time they'll be- q revolution
an the downtrod laborin' classes II Oh
their rights" he thickly prophesied
"For 2 cents ia refuse TO drudge nm
|sother stroke for this here rich Wal
lingford." 4.
I Sieve pried at his spade handle to
loosen the turf. Trouble y We need
his money. an there's . law ag'inst
:takin' It away from him. - we'd or
to do" he opined.
Didn't even say how much he'd
pay" grumbled Jim Jams. turning ml
own spadeful "supposin' he shouldn't
come backT' and hs dropped biz spade
in a sudden panic
WED lay Q lien ag'inst The proper.
[ty," pronounced Sieve confidently,
turning over another spadeful and pro
|ceeding to break It This government
|protects the laborin' man. I reckon
The CLINT Of something yellow caught
his eye. He stopped over slowly to
examine II, then, with an involuntary
gasp and furtive glance at Jim Jams
Jones', picked It up and nonchalantly
slipped It into his pocket.
.Wha'd you fnd7" asked Jim Jams,
but without the useless exertion Of
coming over to see.
''Nail," replied Sieve. With studied
carelessness. "Say. Jim Jams. sup.
posin' you go back round TO the wen
and draw up that pint Of bug juice
We brought along" s.
Jim Jams started back along the
path With an alacrity that would have
been deemed impossible in him By one
who had watched him spade. WheQ
he returned Sieve had dug up an AIRED
equal to his entire previous work Of
the morning, and the earth was pow.
dered; also there was feverish glitter
In Sleeves eyes.
@Look here. Jim Jams" said Sieve;
''this job amt big enough for two, an
IL you don't like to work at It ! don't
mind fnishin' It myself"
fTo Be continusd.l !.