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
John took advantage of the slight hesitation to interpose against what
he apprehended might be a lengthy digression on the subject of the
deceased Bixbee by saying:
"You were quite a young fellow when you were married, I infer."
"Two or three years younger 'n you be, I guess," said David, looking at
him, "an' a putty green colt too in some ways," he added, handing over
the reins and whip while he got out his silver tobacco box and helped
himself to a liberal portion of its contents. It was plain that he was
in the mood for personal reminiscences.
"As I look back on't now," he began, "it kind o' seems as if it must 'a'
ben some other feller, an' yet I remember it all putty dum'd well
too--all but one thing, an' that the biggist part on't, an' that is how
I ever come to git married at all. She was a widdo' at the time, an'
kep' the boardin' house where I was livin'. It was up to Syrchester. I
was better lookin' them days 'n I be now--had more hair at any
rate--though," he remarked with a grin, "I was alwus a better goer than
I was a looker. I was doin' fairly well," he continued, "but mebbe not
so well as was thought by some.
"Wa'al, she was a good-lookin' woman, some older 'n I was. She seemed to
take some shine to me. I'd roughed it putty much alwus, an' she was
putty clever to me. She was a good talker, liked a joke an' a laugh, an'
had some education, an' it come about that I got to beauin' her 'round
quite a consid'able, and used to go an' set in her room or the parlor
with her sometimes evenin's an' all that, an' I wouldn't deny that I
liked it putty well."
It was some minutes before Mr. Harum resumed his narrative. The reins
were sagging over the dashboard, held loosely between the first two
fingers and thumb of his left hand, while with his right he had been
making abstracted cuts at the thistles and other eligible marks along
the roadside.
"Wa'al," he said at last, "we was married, an' our wheels tracked putty
well fer quite a consid'able spell. I got to thinkin' more of her all
the time, an' she me, seemin'ly. We took a few days off together two
three times that summer, to Niag'ry, an' Saratogy, an' 'round, an' had
real good times. I got to thinkin' that the state of matrimony was a
putty good institution. When it come along fall, I was doin' well enough
so 't she could give up bus'nis, an' I hired a house an' we set up
housekeepin'. It was really more on my account than her'n, fer I got to
kind o' feelin' that when the meat was tough or the pie wa'n't done on
the bottom that I was 'sociated with it, an' gen'ally I wanted a place
of my own. But," he added, "I guess it was a mistake, fur 's she was
concerned."
"Why?" said John, feeling that some show of interest was incumbent.
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