"So help me, God, parson, that part of it had never struck me. I ain't
bright and never was. But I ain't no skunk. I give that woman some of
her own money back and that week I sold out at a loss and slunk around
some more. I couldn't go back to my own work. I had a grudge against
it, someway. By and by the money was all gone and an old pal of mine
offered to set me up in business out here, away from the city and old
memories. And here I am again--the same old fool and numbskull. I'll
sell out this week and git. What I'll do I don't know. I'm not a
smart man. It was always Annie that did the heavy thinking and the
advising and had the ideas for starting things."
The boy who was born in India, who had heard hundreds of gripping,
human tales in that land of story and proverb, listened as if this was
the first breath of grief his heart had ever experienced. Then he took
the dead Annie's place.
"Williams, sometime next spring, Billy Evans is going to add a garage
to his livery barn. He'll need a mechanic. That will be just the
place for you. In the meantime I'm buying a little car and am in need
of a driver. So until Billy is ready you'd better come and bach with
me. The farm is big and I'm nearly as lonely at times as you are.
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