Judge — February 23, 1918 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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“Bad! It’s a dum sight worse than that,” said the Captain, as he turned the sausage which was cooking on the lid of the stove. “Any insurance, Uncle?” “Yes—a thousand dollars. This here feller is the man that did it. Offers to pay cash or build me a new house. I've al- ready refused the cash and I don’t know about the house. ’Spect there’s a catch somewheres.”” “Oh, no, Uncle, the company will treat you all right, am sure. It couldn't afford todo anything else.” “Well, it’s as much your funeral as mine,” said the Captain grimly. ‘You'll get it when I’m gone, an’ I reckon that day ain’t fur off. But say, Mr. Insurance Man, what about my boots I had in the attic?” “Your insurance covers only the house, not its contents,” answered King. “There you go!” exclaimed the Captain triumphantly. “Kicking already. I knew there was a catch somewhere.” “How many pair of boots were there?” asked King. “Twenty-two pair, and pretty good boots they was, too.”” “How much do you consider they were worth?” “Well, they had all been worn some. Reckon they weren’t as good as new. I’d be satisfied with a dollar a pair.” “Very well, Captain, we'll just add twenty-two dollars to your loss. Any thing else?” “Yes, they is something else. Them ingine fellers squirted water all over that back fence that I’d whitewashed only a few days ago. You ought to ‘low me a dollar to kiver that,” and the Captain bit into a sausage. “All right, we'll add a dollar more to cover the damage done to your fence. Anything else, Captain?” “Nothin’ I kin think of just now.” But, turning to his “Have a bit of sassage?” asked Captain Joe. “ [e's mighty good.” nephew, the Captain whispered, “‘There’s a catch somewheres, I know it. Who's going to build the house?” he demanded suddenly, turning to King. “Any contractor that you care to name; we have no preference.” “How about Seaton, around the corner?” “All right. Seaton is a good man. If you will make a plan of the house as it was and suggest any changes you desire, I’ll arrange the matter with him,” and King moved off with a sigh of relief. “Have a bit of cassage?” asked Captain Joe of Bob, holding up a piece on his furk. “It’s mighty good.” Bob declined the tempting offer. The insurance company-pushed the work and it was not long before the new house was completed. ‘To all of Captain Joe’s suggestions and requirements due attention was given. King was determined that the Captain should have no cause for com- plaint. When everything was done, the two made a complete inspection of the new premises. “Now, Captain,” said the insurance man, “you'll have to admit that we’ve done everything possible to please you. I hope you are satisfied.” Captain Joe looked up at the house. Slowly his lips tight- ened and he shook his head. ‘I knew there'd be a catch some- where,” he grumbled bitterly. “What? Why, you've acknowledged that it’s a fine house, better all the way through than the old one. Tell me, what’s wrong,” said King, “and if not too late, we'll remedy it.” “Wal,” Captain Joe answered slowly, “it ain’t such a bad house in some ways—but it don’t look like home.” comicbooks.com