Hearn one feller call one man a liar."
"Whut come of it?"
"Oh, nuthin' much. Hauled him home in a wagin. Say, it was the puttiest
wagin I ever seen--yaller stripes on the wheels, an' it clucked like a
hen with her fust drove of chickens. But I tell you I come mighty nigh a
gittin' some money down thar. A feller had three shells an' bet me I
couldn't guess which one of 'em he put a pea under. I seed him put it
under one--seed him jest as cl'ar as I see you, an' I would have bet him
five dollars, but--"
"But what?"
"Didn't have the money. Allus my luck. Ever' time I've come across a
chance fur a good speckerlation I ain't got no money. But I must be
goin'--I don't know, howsomedever, fur wife must have fed the stock by
this time. Lemme see. I reckon I better go."
That night when the romantic woman from the city was asleep, she did not
dream that the preacher was on his knees, with clasped hands, gazing up
at her window.
CHAPTER XI.
READING THE NEWS.
The next morning Old Jasper took up the story-paper and for a long time
sat at the table, bending over it, reading laboriously.
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