"
"Comes from readin' them books up on the hill-top, I reckon. They make
me think, too, when I git a holt of 'em, 'specially them about the
war--looks like it's a mighty hard matter for a man to tell the truth
the minit he grabs holt of a pen. Don't see why a pen is such a liar,
but it is. And yit, the biggist liar I ever seed couldn't more than
write his name. What do you think of them folks in thar, Jim?"
Jim strode off, came back and standing with one hand resting on the rail
fence that surrounded the old man's door yard, hung his head and
replied: "Old Satan sometimes puts good clothes on his temptations,
Uncle Jasper."
"Why, you don't think that young feller's a nosin' round to--"
"I don't see anything mysterious in him, Uncle Jasper. It's the woman
that--that strikes so hard."
"Huh. I didn't think you cared anythin' about women, Jim."
"Oh, I don't and you musn't think I do. Did you ever have a feller catch
a spear out of the sun with a lookin' glass and shoot it through yo'
eyes? That's the way she done me, as she was a standing there at the
door.
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