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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: various
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho
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he land of you fer a thousand dollarseach—an theres my deed to it, that youjest signed—I reckon you can read it.Ef I sell the land to the company—itsnone o your business what I git fer it. Well, I cant read—not greatly. Idont know how I knowed—but I didknow—that he was gittin from the com-pany the five thousand dollars apiecethat we was to have had. I seen his eyecut round to the hall door, an I thorthe had that money on him (becase ,hewas their agent an theyd trusted himso far) fer to pay me and Euola in cash.With that he grabbed up the deed anstuffed it into his pocket. Lord! Lord!I could a shook it out o him—an themoney too—hits what I would a doneif the fool had a kep his mouth shut.But I reckon hit was Gods punishmenton him at he had to go on sayin, Yes,you tuck my leavins in the money, anyouve tuck my leavins agin to-day.Euola was jest comin into the room whenhe said that, an he looked at her.I hit him. Ho gazed down the lengthof his arm thoughtfully. I ort to be
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ILL COME, ANDY. ILL COME TO YE, EF I LIVE - THE CAPTURE OF ANDY PROUDFOOT. 43 careful when I hit out, bein strongerthan most. But I was mad, an I hitharder than I thort. I reached over angrabbed open the table drawer jest ferluck—an thar was the money. I tuckit. The other cuss he was down on thefloor, sorter whimperin an workin overthis feller Dickert; an he begun to yellthat Ed killed im. With that Euolashe gives me one look—white ez paper shewas—an she says, Run, Andy honey.Ill git to ye when I kin. The mountain-man was silent so longthat Kerry thought he was done. Buthe suddenly said: She ketched my sleeve, jest ez I madeto start, an said: i Ill come, Andy.Mind, Andy, Ill come to ye, ef I live.Then there was the silence of sympathybetween the two men. So that was the history of the crime—a very different history from the oneKerry had heard. Hits right tetchy business—er hasbeen—a-tryin to take Andy Proudfoot,the outlaw continued; but, Dan, Id gotmighty tired, time you c
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