General stores -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; West (U.S.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"She was kind of offish at first, but thinkin' of her goin' without
tea made me kind o' leaky about the eyes, an' that broke her down, an'
she told me, 'fore she knowed what she was doin', about the awful hard
time she an' her young ones had had, though before that nobody'd ever
knowed her to give a single grunt, for she was as independent as she
was poor. After that I often gave her a lift, in one way or other. She
kicked awful hard at first; but I reminded her that the Bible said that
part o' true religion was to visit the fatherless an' widders in their
'fliction, so she oughtn't to put stumblin'-blocks in the way of a man
who was tryin' to live right; an' as I didn't have no time for makin'
visits myself, it was only fair to let me send a substitute, in the
shape of comfort for her an' the young ones, an' she 'greed, after a
spell, to look at it in that light."
"Caleb, are there many more people of that kind in the town?"
"No--no--not quite as bad off as she was, in some ways, and yet in
other ways some of 'em are worse. I mean drunkards' families. How a
drunkard's wife stays alive at all beats me; the Almighty must 'a' put
somethin' in women that we men don't know nothin' about. After lots o'
tryin', I made up my mind the only way to help a drunkard's family is
to reform the drunkard, so I laid low, an' picked my time, an' when
the man had about a ton o' remorse on him, as all drunkards do have
once in a while, I'd bargain with him that if he'd stop drinkin' I'd
see his family didn't suffer while he was makin' a fresh start. I made
out 'twas a big thing for me to do, for they knowed I was sickly and
weak, an' if I saved my money, instead o' layin' it out on 'em, I could
go off an' take a long rest, an' p'r'aps get to be somethin' more than
skin an' bones an' malary. It most gen'rally fetched 'em. It's kept me
poor, spite o' my havin' pretty good pay an' nobody o' my own to care
for, but there was no one else to do it, except Doc Taggess an' his
wife: they've done more good o' that kind than anybody'll know till
Judgment Day."
"There'll be some one else in future, Caleb. Tell me whom to begin
with, and how, and I shall be extremely thankful to you."
"Just what I might 'a' knowed you would 'a' said, though seems to me
you're already helpin' ev'rybody in your own way."
"But I'm spending no money. As a great favor tell me who it is for whom
you're doing most, and let me relieve you of it, if only that you may
use your money in some other way."
"That's mighty hearty o' you, but I reckon it wouldn't work. You see
it's this way. You remember One-Arm Ojam, from Middle Crick township?"
"That tall, dashing-looking Southerner?"
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