Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1931-06-11

goodbye at the garage the next morn
ing when the maid called her to the
telephone.
There's a Mr.. Erickson on the phone
for you, ma'am," she said.
He must be calling about the tree"
said Mrs. Brown d%elightedly. Prob
ably he wants to know where TO plant
it,
Tell him right where We stuck that
big stake-he can't miss it" said Mr.
Brown.
Hello, Mr.. Erickson" said Mrs.
Brown.
"Hullo,' Mr.. Erickson's Scandinavian
accents doomed through the receiver.
I'm down here to move your tree but
you amt got it ready
Ready" inquired Mrs. Brown.
What do you mean by ready?"
Why, it's right here in the ground,
just like it's always been"
'Of course it's right there IN the
ground. Where did you expect it to
be?"
Il can't move it like this. You got
to have it put into a box
In a box? What kind OF a box?"
"a tree box" Mr.. Erickson explained.
I'm a truckman, Mrs. Brown. / amt
no tree boxer"
you're supposed to be-" argued Mrs.
Brown. You're supposed to box it
and move it and plant it up at the
other lot"
"Oh, no I amt" contradicted MIR.
Erickson. Il didn't agree to do nothin'
of the kind. I just said I'd haul it
up there"
You didn't think I was going to box
it, did you, Mr.. Erickson?"
Il didn't think about who was going
to box it at all" said Mr.. Erickson
stubbornly Il just said I'd
haul it up there"
will you hold the phone a minute,
please" said Mrs. Brown. Il think
you'd better talk to my husband"
Mr.. Brown discussed the matter at
some length, but failed to bulge Mr..
Erickson.
Where are you now, Mr.. Erickson?"
asked Mr.. Brown finally.
Down by the tree" said the truck
man, Just across the street"
IF you wait there just a few min
utes I'll come right down and talk to
you about it,"
Make it snappy," said Mr.. Erickson.
HE says that he only agreed to haul
Mr.. Brown turning to his wife.
why, I never heard of such a thing"
she replied Indignantly.
did you get a letter from him like
I asked you to?"
II most certainly did" Mrs. Brown
disappeared momentarily and reap
peared with the document in her hand.
Here it is. Look at it yourself"
Mr.. Brown perused it casually.
"Hm-m-m-m," he unused with
growing doubt. ut doesn't definitely
say here that he agrees to box it."
well, it should" said Mrs. Brown
resentfully.
Did you read it?"
"Of course not. You know I never
read those things, Mort"
did you pay this fellow anything
in advance?"
Ten dollars" said Mrs. Brown. "You
told me to. He didn't ask for it, but
l gave it to him anyway so he'd hurry
and get it done"
"Ill stop by and straighten it out
on my way to town." said Mr.. Brown.
Mr.. Erickson waited beside his truck.
Nov look here, Mr.. Erickson" said
Mr.. Brown, getting right down to
cases, what sort Of funny business is
this you're trying to put over on me?'
II amt trying to put over no funny
business" retorted Mr.. Erickson, some
what piqued at the inference.
Mrs. Brown says she made an agree
ment with you to move this tree for
twenty dollars. Why don't you live
up to it?"
I'm ready to live up to it," Mr.
Erickson insisted, but I amt going to
wait all day. Me and my boys was
here at 8 o'clock this morning all ready
to move this tree and the tree amt
ready to move, We've wasted an hour
already"
But, Mr.. Erickson, you agreed to-
Haul It up there" said Mr.. Erickson
displaying evidences Of evaporation
land I wrote it all down on a piece OF
paper like tshe asked me to, so there
wouldn't be no argument. That's
what papers for"
II have your letter here said Mr.
Brown.
Look at it. Don't it say that?o
Mr.. Brown was forced, much against
his will, to look.
Listen, Mr.. Brown" Mr.. Erickson
said. Il amt tryin' to gyp you. /
don't make no money hauling that tree
for twenty dollars, honest I don't. II
business wasn't slack right now /
wouldn't touch it for less than thirty.
LOOK at all the equipment 1 got to
use.' He waved an arm toward his
powerful truck and a pile of rope. pull
leys, rollers and crow bars that rested
on its bed. He also indicated his
numerous assistants.
Mr.. Brown vas a fair man at heart.
He could readily grasp the logic of
Mr.. Erickson's contention.
How much would it cost me to get
this tree properly boxed?" asked Mr..
Brown. And who does that sort of
thing?"
Mr. Er;olxcoc o