'How did he lose it?' I enquired.
'Wall ye know that Ow Barker - runs a hardware store in
Migleyville - he sold him a patent right. Figgered an' argued night
an' day fer more 'n three weeks. It was a new fangled wash biler.
David he thought he see a chance if put out agents an' make a
great deal o'money. It did look jest as easy as slidin' downhill but
when we come slide - wall, we found out we was at the bottom o
the hill 'stid o' the top an' it wan't reel good slidin . He paid five
thousan' dollars fer the right o'ten counties. Then bym bye Barker
he wanted him t'go security fer fifteen hunderd bilers thet he was
hevin' made. I to!' David he hedn't better go in no deeper but
Barker, he promised big things an' seemed if be sech a nice man 'at
fin'ly David he up 'n done it. Wall he's hed 'em t' pay fer an' the
fact is it costs s'much if sell 'em it eats up all the profits.
'Looks like a swindle,' I said indignantly.
'No,' said Uncle Eb, "tain't no swindle. Barker thought he hed a
gran' good thing.
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