Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 49 of 114
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PRESENTIMENTS. 49 “So some folks told him. But de didn’t think so—neither did every other person; fur one day he was helpin’ the men at the new dam, an’ along came the man that loaned him the first money, an’ says your uncle, says he to the man, * This don’t look like your ever gittin’ back your money! An’ the man says, “ Don’t trouble yourself, Mr. Willard—lI ain’t afeard for my money when I see aman a workin’ the way you are P Waal, it seems your uncle was right at last. The mill’s been standin’ these three years now; an’ he’s been payin’ a his debts, an’ buyin’ land, an’ gettin’ ahead a leetle. Ir if he has good luck another year he'll be above-board.” : “ Was your daughter married before Mr. Gleason died ?” “No, she wasn’t—she was most too young. But Gleason couldn’t die easy till she was married; ’cause he knowed, I reckon, that I’'d a grieved myself to death ef I was left with only her. So he jist sent for Frank afore he died, and saw em married beside his bed. Frank’s been a good son; but if Gleason didn’t come back to me sometimes, I should go to him. I reckon you're kind o’ tired.” “Oh no, I have been deeply interested—for all this story of my uncle’s misfortunes was new to me. But you said you had such presentiments last night as you had before the mill Was washed away the last time. I hope you do not fear another such calamity ?” “TJ don’t pretend to say itll happen. Only jist I don’t like it when I feel this oneasiness. La me! I’m afeard I’ve Scorched this chicken ’t 1 was smotherin’ for your dinner. How does Nat git along sence he boards to the old cabin ?” “T seldom see any of the hands from the mill,” answered Constance, a little haughtily. ‘They do not often come to the house.” “No, I reckon not. Nat’s been kind o’ brought up amongst us, so ’t he ’pears like one of the family. I hev tho’t some- times he was settin® bis min@ on Minnie; but mebbe ’twas my conceit.” “J shouldn’t think that Minnie thinks of Aim,” returned Constance, suppressing an involuntary feeling of resentment. “"Twouldn’t do very well, nohow. Minnie’s too delicate- - for a poor man’s wife, an’ she’s so set on gittin’ an €dication. ’Tain’t nateral for some girls to be kep’ to work ; . x comliclbooks.com