The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1943-07-29
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well, they can't here now, OF
course" said Timothy.
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| well, they can't here now, of
course" said Timothy.
But how'd they ever do it?"
That's what I'd like to know"
1t was a subject on which Tim
othy had thought a good deal. He
launched forth: well, general
farming used to. pay here-just
about as it did anywhere. Of
course there's still dairying. But
dairying's like everything else.
It's only the big combinations
that can hold their own. The in
dividual farmer hasn't a look-in.
Still, there's something rather in
teresting in the air there, the CO.
operation movement"
Candy said, well, I guess I'll
go out and bat around the old
town, and see if I'd know any,
body"
Hold on! said Timothy. "You
haven't looked at the thermomet-
er. You don't know what to wear
yet"
They went to a window together
and looked out at the tube of mer-
curry. Candy whistled. Twelve
below, with the sun shining like
that! They walked together to
the hall closet where the wraps
were kept. Candy got down on
his knees and began to rummage
on the floor of the closet among
the overshoes, rubbers and skates.
Wearing Timothy's red and
black windbreaker with the sheep
skin collar turned up, and limo
thy'S cap with the ear flaps pull
ed down, and mittens and lum-
berman's socks and pacs, he went
out as Timothy started up to his
study to answer the personal let
tiers which in term time always
piled up on his desk waiting till
a so-called vacation allowed him
to turn from one kind of work
to another.
Timothy took the cover off his
typewriter, looked at the keys,
decided to clean them, decided it
would take too long, and began
to write.
He pulled another letter to him,
read it, thought for a moment, put
a sheet in the machine and began:
Dead Bud: l believe if l were
you l would tell that girl ;"
when two stories below him the
lunch bell rang. He sprang up
so eagerly as to tip his chair over,
and went downstairs as fast as
his lame knee would let him.
Candy was there, his face red
dened by the cold.
you're the only man in the
round world that still writes his
own letters, Uncle Tim. For
heck's sake, why don't you have
a stenog?'
well, anyhow" said Candy,
falling sharp-toothed on his hash,
you'll be glad to know 1 stopped
at the post office and brought you
a nice sheaf of letters"
Who'd you see this morning?"
asked Timothy.
By the time Candy had named
the people he had seen - it took
him sometime - three Academy
seniors had dumped into the hall
in their ski boots, and were 81
lently waiting in the living room.
I'm going to show 'em the wood
road over to Henley Pond" said
Candy, wiping his mouth hurried
ly and standing up from the table.
where did you get the skis?"
called Timothy after him.
Candy put his head through the
door. I bought'm," he said luxur-
iously. II just went and bought'm
down at Harvey and Sackett's
Emporium. And boots. And Poles.
And a windbreaker of my own.
And mittens. And a cap. And
some red wooden underwear. I've
got all the money in the world
and nothing to do with it.
Aunt Lavinia cried, shocked.
But Candy, how silly to buy all
that gear just for one day! You
could have borrowed it."
Scotch my Scotch" said Can
by imprudently, thumbed his nose
at her and vanished. Aunt LAWN
ia laughed.
Timothy drew on his cigarette
thoughtfully, considering this.
well, I like Canby," he said. II
always did like him. But I should
Mt say he was good looking at all.
Rather commonplace and ordinary,
with that undershot jaw and that
nose. And spectacles!"