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father doanā€™ know yit what heā€™s a-gwyne to do. Sometimes he spec heā€™ll go ā€™way, en den agin he spec heā€™ll stay. De besā€™ way is to resā€™ easy en let de ole man take his own way. Deyā€™s two angels hoverinā€™ rounā€™ ā€™bout him. One uv ā€™em is white en shiny, en tā€™other one is black. De white one gits him to go right a little while, den de black one sail in en bust it all up. A body canā€™t tell yit which one gwyne to fetch him at de lasā€™. But you is all right. You gwyne to have considable trouble in yoā€™ life, en considable joy. Sometimes you gwyne to git hurt, en sometimes you gwyne to git sick; but every time youā€™s gwyne to git well agin. Deyā€™s two gals flyinā€™ ā€™bout you in yoā€™ life. One uv ā€™emā€™s light en tā€™other one is dark. One is rich en tā€™other is poā€™. Youā€™s gwyne to marry de poā€™ one fust en de rich one by en by. You wants to keep ā€™way fum de water as much as you kin, en donā€™t run no resk, ā€™kase itā€™s down in de bills dat youā€™s gwyne to git hung.ā€

When I lit my candle and went up to my room that night there sat pap his own self!

V

I had shut the door to. Then I turned around and there he was. I used to be scared of him all the time, he tanned me so much. I reckoned I was scared now, too; but in a minute I see I was mistakenā ā€”that is, after the first jolt, as you may say, when my breath sort of hitched, he being so unexpected; but right away after I see I warnā€™t scared of him worth bothring about.

He was most fifty, and he looked it. His hair was long and tangled and greasy, and hung down, and you could see his eyes shining through like he was behind vines. It was all black, no gray; so was his long, mixed-up whiskers. There warnā€™t no color in his face, where his face showed; it was white; not like another manā€™s white, but a white to make a body sick, a white to make a bodyā€™s flesh crawlā ā€”a tree-toad white, a fish-belly white. As for his clothesā ā€”just rags, that was all. He had one ankle resting on tā€™other knee; the boot on that foot was busted, and two of his toes stuck through, and he worked them now and then. His hat was laying on the floorā ā€”an old black slouch with the top caved in, like a lid.

I stood a-looking at him; he set there a-looking at me, with his chair tilted back a little. I set the candle down. I noticed the window was up; so he had clumb in by the shed. He kept a-looking me all over. By and by he says:

ā€œStarchy clothesā ā€”very. You think youā€™re a good deal of a big-bug, donā€™t you?ā€

ā€œMaybe I am, maybe I ainā€™t,ā€ I says.

ā€œDonā€™t you give me none oā€™ your lip,ā€ says he. ā€œYouā€™ve put on considerable many frills since I been away. Iā€™ll take you down a peg before I get done with you. Youā€™re educated, too, they sayā ā€”can read and write. You think youā€™re betterā€™n your father, now, donā€™t you, because he canā€™t? Iā€™ll take it out of you. Who told you you might meddle with such hifalutā€™n foolishness, hey?ā ā€”who told you you could?ā€

ā€œThe widow. She told me.ā€

ā€œThe widow, hey?ā ā€”and who told the widow she could put in her shovel about a thing that ainā€™t none of her business?ā€

ā€œNobody never told her.ā€

ā€œWell, Iā€™ll learn her how to meddle. And looky hereā ā€”you drop that school, you hear? Iā€™ll learn people to bring up a boy to put on airs over his own father and let on to be betterā€™n what he is. You lemme catch you fooling around that school again, you hear? Your mother couldnā€™t read, and she couldnā€™t write, nuther, before she died. None of the family couldnā€™t before they died. I canā€™t; and here youā€™re a-swelling yourself up like this. I ainā€™t the man to stand itā ā€”you hear? Say, lemme hear you read.ā€

I took up a book and begun something about General Washington and the wars. When Iā€™d read about a half a minute, he fetched the book a whack with his hand and knocked it across the house. He says:

ā€œItā€™s so. You can do it. I had my doubts when you told me. Now looky here; you stop that putting on frills. I wonā€™t have it. Iā€™ll lay for you, my smarty; and if I catch you about that school Iā€™ll tan you good. First you know youā€™ll get religion, too. I never see such a son.ā€

He took up a little blue and yaller picture of some cows and a boy, and says:

ā€œWhatā€™s this?ā€

ā€œItā€™s something they give me for learning my lessons good.ā€

He tore it up, and says:

ā€œIā€™ll give you something betterā ā€”Iā€™ll give you a cowhide.ā€

He set there a-mumbling and a-growling a minute, and then he says:

ā€œAinā€™t you a sweet-scented dandy, though? A bed; and bedclothes; and a lookā€™nā€™-glass; and a piece of carpet on the floorā ā€”and your own father got to sleep with the hogs in the tanyard. I never see such a son. I bet Iā€™ll take some oā€™ these frills out oā€™ you before Iā€™m done with you. Why, there ainā€™t no end to your airsā ā€”they say youā€™re rich. Hey?ā ā€”howā€™s that?ā€

ā€œThey lieā ā€”thatā€™s how.ā€

ā€œLooky hereā ā€”mind how you talk to me; Iā€™m a-standing about all I can stand nowā ā€”so donā€™t gimme no sass. Iā€™ve been in town two days, and I hainā€™t heard nothing but about you beinā€™ rich. I heard about it away down the river, too. Thatā€™s why I come. You git me that money tomorrowā ā€”I want it.ā€

ā€œI hainā€™t got no money.ā€

ā€œItā€™s a lie. Judge Thatcherā€™s got it. You git it. I want it.ā€

ā€œI hainā€™t got no money, I tell you. You ask Judge Thatcher; heā€™ll tell you the

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