David Harum: A Story of American LifeWestcott, Edward Noyes
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David Harum: A Story of American Life
Westcott, Edward Noyes
Bankers -- Fiction; New York (State) -- Fiction
"'Really,' he says, 'he-uh-uh, I haven't any idea. I haven't seen the
animal, an' I should not consider myself qual'fied to give an opinion
upon his value if I had, but,' he says, 'I don't know that that makes
any material diff'rence, however, because I am quite--he-uh, he-uh--in
your hands--he-uh!--within limits--he-uh-uh!--within limits,' he says.
That kind o' riled me," remarked David. "I see in a minute what was
passin' in his mind. 'Wa'al,' I says, 'Mr. Verjoos, I guess the fact o'
the matter is 't I'm about as much in the mud as you be in the
mire--your daughter's got my hoss,' I says. 'Now you ain't dealin' with
a hoss jockey,' I says, 'though I don't deny that I buy an' sell hosses,
an' once in a while make money at it. You're dealin' with David Harum,
Banker, an' I consider 't I'm dealin' with a lady, or the father of one
on her account,' I says.
"'He-uh, he-uh! I meant no offense, sir,' he says.
"'None bein' meant, none will be took,' I says. 'Now,' I says,' I was
offered one-seventy-five fer that hoss day before yestidy, an' wouldn't
take it. I can't sell him fer that,' I says.
"'He-uh, uh! cert'nly not,' he says.
"'Wait a minit,' I says. 'I can't sell him fer that because I
_said_ I wouldn't; but if you feel like drawin' your check fer
one-seventy-_six_,' I says, 'we'll call it a deal,'" The speaker
paused with a chuckle.
"Well?" said John.
"Wa'al," said David, "he, he, he, he! That clean took the wind out of
him, an' he got redder 'n a beet. 'He-uh-uh-uh-huh! really,' he says, 'I
couldn't think of offerin' you less than two hunderd.'
"'All right,' I says, 'I'll send up fer the hoss. One-seventy-six is my
price, no more an' no less,' an' I got up out o' my chair."
"And what did he say then?" asked John.
"Wa'al," replied Mr. Harum, "he settled his neck down into his collar
an' necktie an' cleared his throat a few times, an' says, 'You put me in
ruther an embarrassin' position, Mr. Harum. My daughter has set her
heart on the hoss, an'--he-uh-uh-uh!'--with a kind of a smile like a
wrinkle in a boot, 'I can't very well tell her that I wouldn't buy him
because you wouldn't accept a higher offer than your own price. I--I
think I must accede to your proposition, an'--he-uh-uh--accept the
favor,' he says, draggin' the words out by the roots.
"'No favor at all,' I says, 'not a bit on't, not a bit on't. It was the
cleanest an' slickist deal I ever had,' I says, 'an' I've had a good
many. That girl o' your'n,' I says, 'if you don't mind my sayin' it,
comes as near bein' a full team an' a cross dog under the wagin as you
c'n git; an' you c'n tell her if you think fit,' I says, 'that if she
ever wants anythin' more out o' _my_ barn I'll throw off twenty-four
dollars ev'ry time, if she'll only do her own buyin'.'
"Wa'al," said Mr. Harum, "I didn't know but what he'd gag a little at
that, but he didn't seem to, an' when he went off after givin' me his
check, he put out his hand an' shook hands, a thing he never done
before."
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