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you set still a minute,'say'
'If you'll answer my 4lueation
.
an square, I've got sunthirt'
to say to ye. Come, now,' he
a'al says Smith, with a kind of
- I
,-up sort of a `grin, guess you
him up about right. I didn't
tosee you on " 'Lish Harum',
a. 1 come fer the town ' of
ono' An' then he. spunked up
an' says, 41 don't give a chem,
ss, 'what comes of 'Lish, aee e
know nobody as does, fur's he's
i'ly concerned; but he's got to
hands.'
charge
Iess 'ii you take 'zn
r
ve tamed to me an' says, jest
he meant it, 'How 'd you like
re him here, Polly?'
ave Harmer I says, 'what be
inldn' of, seein' what ho is, ay'
was, an' how he alwus is eated
Lord sakes!' I says, 'you ain't.
n' of it!'
ot much,' he says, with an ugly -
a senile, such as I never see
face before, `not much! Noe
this roof, or any roof of mine,
a'n't more% my cow stable—.
e says, turning to Smith, 'this
t I want to say to your You've
11 right. 1 hain't no fanit to
th you. But I want you to go
n' say to 'Lish Harum that
seen me, an' that I told .you
ot one cent of my money nor
sset o' my food would ever go
him alive one minute of times.
I had an empty hogpeii >i
't let him sleep in it overnight,
Jess to bunk in with a decent
you tell him that I said the
use was his proper dwelln',
the jail, an' that it 'd have to
;luny d sight poorer house 'n 1"
tears of not to be a thousan.'
too good' fer him.'
`r" exclaimed Mrs. Cullom a -
"I can't really 'rnagine it of
i.'al," replied Mrs, Bixbee, "I
e howe set he is on his young
an' nobody knows how cruel
Lich used to be to him; but I
see it come out of him so ugly
, though I didn't blame him a
But I hain't told ye the up -
'Now,' he says to Smith, svho
th his mouth gar,pin' open, `you
Land how 1 feel about that feller
re got good reason for it. 1
you to promise me that you'll
him, word fer word, jest what
lid to you about him, an' . ,I'll
a: You folks send him to ,the
use, an' let him git jest what
;t on 'ern tits --no more an' no
ts long 's he lives. When he
ou git him the tightest coffin
e buy, to keep him fin ,pilin.'
-th as long as may be, an'- then
nd me the hull bill. Blot this
rt to be between you an' me
ou c'n tell the rest of the corn
what you like, but if you ever
livin' soul about this here un-
'ding', an' I find it out, I'»
say one cent, an' you'll be to
I'm willin', on them terms,
' between the town of Whitcom
ora; but fer 'Lish Harum, not
markee! Is it a barg'in?'
ays.
s, sir,' says Smith, puttin' out
,d. 'An' I guess,' he says, 'f'm
E c'n gather, thet you're doin'
re could expect, an' more too,
he put"
t 'd it come out?" asked Mrs."
,Continued next week)
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Harum
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EDWARD NOYES WESTCOTT
TORONTO
WILLIAM BRIGGS --1899
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(Continued from 4ast week.)
"Set right down
Mis' Cullom," said
puttings his hands
and gently pushing
chair. "Set right
easy.—Yes," to John, "I acknowledge
that I signed that,
He turned to the widow, who sat
wiping her eyes with John's hand-
kerchief.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, "it's as true
as anythin' kin be. I wouldn't no
more fool ye, ye know I wouldn't,
don't ye? than. I'd jerk a hoss," 'he
asseverated, "Your place is clear
now, an' by -this time to-morro' the'
won't be the scratch of a pen again
it. I'll send the satisfaction over fer
r?cord fust thing in the morn',"!
"But, Dave," protested the widow,
. s'pose ye know what you're doin
"Yes," he interposed, "I cal'late I
do, putty near. You ast me why I
done it an' I'll tell ye if ye want to
know. I'm payin' oil an old score,
an' gettin' off cheap, too. 'cat's
what I'm doing! I thought I'd hint-
ed up to it putty plain, seein'. 't I've
talked i till my jaws ache; but I'll sum
an' take it easy,
David soothingly,
on her shoulders
her back into her
down an' take it
"morgidge," which he waved from
time to time in emphasis.
"You c'n estimate, I reckon," he
began, "what kind of a bringin'-up
I had, an' what a poor, mis'able, God
fersaken, scairt-to-death little forlorn
critter I was; pat upon, an' snubbed
an' jawed at till I'd come to believe.
m3self what was rubbed into me
the hull time --that I was the most
all 'round `no -account animul that was
ever made out "o' dust, an' wa'an't
ever like), to keno diff'rent, Lookin'
back, it seems~ to me that--exceptin'
of Polly—I never had a kind word
'.
said to me,- nor a day's fun. Your
husband, Silly P. Cullom, was the
fust man that ever treated me human
i up to that time. He give me the only
eneoy'ble time 't I'd ever had, an' I
don't know 't anythin' 's ever equaled
it since. He spent money on me, an'
he give me money to spend that had
never had a cent to call -my own—an'
Mis' Cullom, he took me by the hand,
an' he talked to me, an' he gin Me
the fust notion 't I'd ever had that
mebbe I ; wa'n't only he scum of the
earth, as I'd ben teached to believe.
I told ye that that day was the turn -
in' point of my life. Wa'al, it wa'n't
the lickin' I got, though that had
aomethin' to do with it, but I'd never
have had the spunk to run away 's I
did if it hadn't ben for the heartenin'
Billy P. gin me, an' never knowed it,
an' never knowed it," he repeated
mournfully. "I alwus allowed to pay
some o' that debt back to him, but
seeing 's I can't do that, Mis' Cullom,
I'm glad an' thankful to pay it to his
widdo .
"Mebbbe he knows, Dave," said
Mrs. Cullom softly.
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"Mebbe he does," ,assented Dave in
a low oice. •
Neither spoke for a time, and then
the widow said: "David, I can't
thank ye 's I ought ter ; I don't know
how—but I'll pray for ye night an'
mornin' 's long 's I got :breath. An',
Dave," she added -humbly, "I uant to
take back what I said about the Lord's
providin'."
She sat a moment, lost in her
thought, and then exclaimed. "Oh, it
don't seem s if I c'd wait to write
to Charley!"
"I've wrote to Charley," said David,
"an' told him to sell out there an'
come home; an' to draw on me fer
any balance he needed to move him.
I've got somethin' in my eye that'll be
easier an' better payin' than fightin'
grasshoppers an' drought in Kansas."
"Dale Haium!" cried the widow,
rising to herefeet, "you ought to 'a'
ben a king!"i .
"Wa'al," said David with a grin,
"I don't know much about the-kingin'
bus'nis but I guess a cloth cap 'n'
a hose whip 's more 'n my line than
a crown an' scepter. An' now," he
added, "'s we've got, through 'th our
bus'nis, s'pose you stepover to the
house an' see Polly. She's expectin'
on ye to dinner. Oh, yes," replying
to the look of deprecation in her face
as she viewed her shabby frock, "you
an' Polly c'n prink up some if you
want to, but we can't take 'No' fer an
answer Chris'mus day, clo'es or no
clo'es."
"I'd really like ter," said Mrs. Cul-
lom.
"All right then," said David cheer-
fully. "The path is swep' by this
time, I guess, an' I'll see ye later. Oh,
by the way," he exclaimed, "the's.
somethin' I fergot. I want to make
you a proposition, ruther an onusual
one, but eein' ev'rythin' is as it
is, perhaps yau)consider
"Dave,'? -declared the widow, "if 1
could, an'rou ast for it, I'd give ye
anythinf on the face o' this mortal
globe!"
"Wa'al," said David, nodding and
smiling, "I thought that mebbe, long
's you ,got the int'rist of that invest-
ment we ben talking about, you'd let
me keep what's left of the princ'pal.
Wouldye like to see it?
Mrs", Cullom looked at him with a
puzzled ,expression without replying.
David took from his pocket a large
wallet, secured by a- strap, and, open-
ing it, extracted something envelop-
ed in much faded brown paper. Un-
folding this, he displayed upon his
broad fat palm an old silver dime
black with age.
"There's the cap'tal," he said.
, CHAPTER XXI
John walked' to the front door with
Mrs. Cullom, bute',she declined with
such evident sincerity his offer to
carry her bundle to the house that he
let her out of the office and returned
to the back room. David was sitting
before the - fire, leaning back in his
chair with his hands thrust deep in
his trousers pockets. He looked up
as John entered and said, "Draw up
to chair." • -
John brought a chair and stood by
the side of it while he said, "I want
to thank you for the Christmas re-
membrance, which pleased and touch-
ed me very deeply; and," he added
diffidently, "I want to say how morti-
fied I ami—•in fact, I want to apologize
for "
"Regrettin' ?'" interrupted David
with a motion of " his hand toward
the chair and a smile of great amuse-
ment. "Sho, sho! Se' down, se' down.
I'm glad you found somethin' in your
stockin' if - it pleased ye, an' as fur
's that regret o' your'n was concern-
ed—wa'al—wa'al, I liked ye all the
better for 't, I did fer a faqt. He, he,
he! Appearances was ruther agin
me, wasn't they, the way I told it"
"Nevertheless," said Jelin, seating
himself, "I ought mot to have—that
is to say, I ought to have known—"
"How could 'ye," David broke in,
"when I as good as told ye I was
cal'latin' to rob the old lady? He, he,
he! Scat my ! Your face was a
picture when ;I told ye to write that
note, though I reckon you didn't know
I noticed it." . "
John laughed and said, "You have
been very generous all through, Mr.
Harum."
"Nothin' to brag on," he replied,
"nothin' to brag on. , Fur 's Mis', Cul=
lam's matter was concerned, 't was as
I said, jest payin' off an old score;
an' as fur 's your stoekin , it's really
putty much the same. I'll allow you've
earned it, if it'll set any . easier on
your 'stomach."
"I can't say that I have been over-
worked," said ;John with a slight
laugh. -~_
"Mebbe not," rejoined David, "but
you hain't ben overpaid neither, an'
I' want ye to be satisfied. Fact is,"
he continued, "thy gettin; you up here
was putty consid'able'
able of an experi-
ment, but I ben watchin' ye putty
clew, an' I'n>: more'n satisfied. Meb-
be Timson c'd beat ye at firgurin' an'
countin' money' when you fust come,
an' knowed more about the pertie'ler
points of the office, but outside of that
he was the biggist dumb -head I ever
see, an' you know how he left things.
He hadn't no tack, fer one thing. Out-
side of summin' up figures an' count -
in' money he had a faculty fer getting
things ''other -end to that beat all.
I'd tell him a thing, an' explain it to
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him two three times over, an' he'd
say 'Yes, yes,' scat my ! when it
came to earryin' on't out, he hadn't
sensell it a mite—jest got it which -
end -''other. An' talk! Wa'al, I think
it must 'a' ben. a kind of disease with
him. He really didn't mean no harm,
mebbe, but he couldn't no more help
lettin' out anythin' he knowed, or
thought he knowed, than a settin' hen
c'n help setting. He kep' me on
tenter -hooks the hull endurin' time."
"I should say he was honest enough,
was he not?" said John.
"Oh, yes," replied David with a
touch of scorn, "he was honest enough
fur 's money matters was concerned;
but he hadn't no tack, nor no sense,
an' many a time he done more pais-
chief with " his gibble-gabble than if
he'd took fifty dollars out an' out.
Fact is," said David, " the kind of
honesty that won't actually steal 's
a kind of fool honesty' that's common
enough; but the kind that keeps a
felier's mouth shut when he hadn't
ought to talk 's about the scarcest
thing goin'. P11 jest tell ye, fer ex-
ample, the last mess he made. You
know Purse, that keeps the gen'ral
store? Wa'aI, he come to me some
months ago, on the quiet, an' said that
he wanted to borro' five hundred. He
didn't want to git no indorser, but
he'd show me his books an' give me
a statement an' a chattel morgidge fer
six months. He didn't want nobody
tot know 't he was anyway pushed fer
money because he wanted to git some
extensions, an' so on. I made up my
mind it was all right, an' I done it.
Wa'al, about a month or so after he
come to me with tears in his eyes, as
ye might say, an' says, 'I got some-
thin' I want to show ye,' an' handed
out a letter from the house in New
York he had some of his biggist
dealin's with, tellin' him that they re-
gretted"—here David gave John a
nudge—"that they couldn't give him
the extensions he ast for, an' that his
paper must be paid as it fell due—
some twelve hundred dollars. 'Some-
body 's leaked,' he says, 'an' they've
heard of that morgidge, an' Pm in
a putty scrape,' he says.
I says, 'what makes ye
think so?'
" `Can't be nothin' else,' he says;
'I've dealt with them people fer years
an' never ast fer nothin' but what I
got it, an' now to have 'em round up
on me like this, it cant be nothin' but
what - they've got wind o' that chattel
morgidge,' he says.
"'H'm'm,' I says, 'Any o' their peo-
ple ben up here lately?' I says.
" 'That's jest it,' he says. 'One o'
their travellin' men was up here last
week, an' he -come in in the afternoon
as chipper as you please, wantin' to
sell me a bill o' goods, an' I put him
off, sayin' that I had a putty big
stock, an' se on, an' he said he'd see
me agin in the mornin'—you know
that sort of talk,' he says.
" `Wail,' I says, 'did he come in?'
"No,' says Purse, 'he didn't I
never set eyes on him agin, an' more'
'n that,' he says, 'he took the first
train in the mornin', an' now,' he says,
'I expect I'll have ev'ry last man I
owe anythin' to buzzing 'round my
ears.'
" 'Wa•ai,' I says, 'I guess I see a-
bout how the land lays, an' I reckon
you ain't fur out about the morgidge
beim' at the bottom on't, an' the' ain't
no ways it c'd 'a' leaked out "eeptin'
through that dum'd chuckle -head of a
Timson. But this is the way it looks
to me—you hain't heard nothing' in
the village, have ye?' I says.
"'No,' he says, 'Not yit,' he says.
"Wa'al, ye won't, I don't believe,'
I says, 'an' as fur as that drummer
is concerned, you c'n bet,' I says, 'that
he didn't nor won't let on to nobody
but his own folks not till his bus'nis
is squared up, an' more 'n that,' I
says, 'seein' that your trouble 's ben
made ye by one o' my help, I don't
see but what " I'll have to see ye
through,' I says. 'You jest give me
the address of the New York parties,
an' tell me what yon want done, an'
I reckon I c'n fix the thing so 't they
wvbli't bother ye. I don't believe,' I
says, 'that anybody else knows any -
thin' yet, an' I'll shut up Timson's
yawp so 's it'll stay -shut."
"How did the matter come out?".
asked John, "and what did Purse
say?"
"Oh," replied David, "Purse went
of head up an' tail up. He said be
was everlastingly obliged to me, an' --
he, he, he!—he said 't was more 'n he
expected. You see I charged him what
I thought was right on the 'rig'nal
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reckon he awed to be putty well
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nikum-nobody of a Timson let that
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_I found out the hull thing, an' the very
day I wrote to the New York fellers
fer Purse, I wrote to Gen'ral Wolsey
to find ane somebody to take Timson's
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body that didn't know nobody, than
such a clackin' " ole he -hen as Chet."
"I should hav said that it , was
rather a hazardous thing to do," said
John, "to put a total stranger like
me into what- is rather a confidential
position as well as a responsible one.;'
"Wa'al," said David, "in the fust
place I knew that the Gen'ral wouldn't
recommend no dead -beat nor no skin,
an' I allowed that if the raw material
was O. K., I could break it in; an' if
it wa'n't I should find it out putty
quick. Like a young hoes," he re-
marked, "if he's sound an' kind, an'
got gumption, I'd sooner break him
in myself 'n not --fur's my use goes
—an' if I can't, nobody can, an' 1 'get
rid on him. You understand?"
"Yes," said John with a smile.
"Wa'al," continued David, "I liked
your letter, an' when you. come I liked
your looks. Of course I couldn't tell
jet how you'd take holt, nor if you an'
me 'd hitch. An' then agin, I didn't
know whether. you could stars' it here
after livin' in a city all your life. I
watched ye putty close --closer 'n you
knowed of, I guess. I seen right off
that you was goin' to fill your collar,
fur's the work was concerned, an'
though you didn't know nobody much
an' couldn't have no amusement to
speak on, you didn't mope nor sulk, .
an' what's more—though I know
advised ye to stay there fer a spell
longer when you spoke about boarding
somewhere else—I know what the
Eagle tavern is in winter; summer,
too, fer that matter, though it's a
little better then, an' I allowed that
air test 'd be final. He, he, he! Putty
rough, ain't it?"
"It is, rather," said John, laughing.
"I'm afraid my endurance is pretty
well at an end. Elright's wife is ill,
and the fact is, that since day before
yesterday I have been living on what
I could buy at the grocery --crackers,
cheese, salt fish, canned goods, et
cetera."
"Scat my !" cried David. "Wa'alt
Wa'al! That's too dum'd bad! Why
on earth ;why, you must be hungry!
Wa'al, you won't have to eat no salt
herrin' to -day, because Polly 'n I are
expecting ye to dinner."
Two or three times during the con-
versation David had gone to the
window overlooking his lawn and look-
ed out with a general air of observ-
ing the weather, and at this point he
did so again, coming back to his seat
with a look of satisfaction for which
there was, to John, no obvious reas-
on. He sat for a moment without
speaking, and then, looking at his
watch said: "Wa'al, dinner 's at one '
o'clock, an' Polly's a great - one fer
bein' on time. Guess I'll got out an'
have another look at that pesky colt.
You better go over to the house 'bout
quarter to one, an' you c'n make your
''flet over there. I'm 'frail if you
go over to the Eagle it'll spoil your -
appetite. She'd think: it might, any-
way." 4
So David departed to see the colt,
and John got out some of the books
and busied himself with them until
the time to present himself at David's
house,
CHAPTER KXII
"Why, Mis' Cullom, I'M real glad
to see ye, Come right in," said Mrs.
Bixbee as she drew the widow into
the "wing settin' roofn," and pro-
ceeded to relieve her of her wraps
and her bundle, "Set right here by
the fire while I take these things of
your'n into the kitchen to dry 'em
out. Ill be right back"; and she bus -
tide out of the room. *hen she carne
back Mrs. Cullom was sitting with
her hands in her lap, and there was
in her eyes an expression of smiling
peace that was good to see,
Mrs• Bixbee drew up a chair, and
seating herself said: "Wa'al, 1 don't
know when I've seen ye to git
chance to speak to ye, an' I was real
pleased when, David said you was
going to be here to dinner.. ' m- !
how well you're looking. --amore liket
Cynthy Sweetland than I've stem yy
fer I don't know when; an' .yet," sly
added, looking curiously at her 'guest;
"you 'pear aOMellt w as if you'd hemtOD
cryin
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