Alcohol trafficking -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Tennessee -- Fiction
"Ad'licia," snarled "sweet uncle Lucy," with a gasp, pretermitting
his attentions to Kenniston to turn upon her his corrugated face,
"Ad'licia, I tole that man ez war so dead set ter marry ye ez I
wouldn't let him hev ye. But I hev changed my mind. I'll tell him he
kin cart ye off from hyar ter-morrer, an' welcome, mighty welcome, ef
so be he ain't changed his mind; fur I can't abide ye an' yer 'peace
talks,' like a Injun, an' yer interferin' with yer elders, an' yer
purtenses, no mo'! Thar, now!" he exclaimed in triumph, as she fell
back quite speechless because of this disclosure of the matrimonial
proposition. "I reckon ye'll set down now, an' stay set!"
Then he turned to Kenniston with an accession of fury, the fiercer for
the momentary stemming of the tide.
"An' I say, hyar I be, an' yer percessionin' don't tech me nowhar. An'
hyar I'll 'bide, no matter whut! An' I won't sell out, an' I won't take
no price fur my h'a'thstone, no matter whut!"
"Then," said Kenniston hotly, "you'll be ejected in due process of
law,--that's all."
He changed color the next moment and bit his lip, for he had put
himself in a false position.
"That's toler'ble tall talk ter a man under his own roof," said Cap'n
Lucy, suddenly cool, and not without dignity.
Kenniston was out of countenance for the nonce. He felt that there was
scant grace or utility in forcing the matter, which was beyond the
control of either, to this unseemly issue. He had been hurried by his
impatience of contradiction and Cap'n Lucy's illogical and arbitrary
temper far beyond his intention, which was originally merely to propose
to have the surveyor run out the boundary line in order to demonstrate
for the old man's enlightenment the fact that he was a trespasser, and
to offer to pay the full value of the improvements. But he was not of
the type from whom penitents are developed. The acknowledgment of being
in the wrong was inexpressibly repugnant to him. Perhaps he could not
have constrained himself to make it but that he foresaw the reversal of
their mutual position.
"You're more than half right, colonel. I am out of place here. I feel
that. And, under the circumstances, I think I had better take myself
off."
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