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Bacheller, Irving, 1859-1950

"Eben Holden, a tale of the north country"

He got fooled an' the fool complaint is very
ketchin'. Got it myself years ago an' I've been doctorin' fer it ever
sence.
The story of David's undoing hurt us sorely. He had gone the way
of most men who left the farm late in life with unsatisfied
ambition.
'They shall never want for anything, so long as I have my health,' I
said.
'I have four hundred dollars in the bank,' said Hope, 'and shall give
them every cent of it.
'Tain' nuthin'if worry over,' said Uncle Eb. 'If I don' never lose
more'n a little money I shan't feel terrible bad. We're all young yit.
Got more'n a million dollars wuth o' good health right here 'n this
room. So well, I'm 'shamed uv it! Man's more decent if he's a
leetle bit sickly. An' thet there girl Bill's agreed t'marry ye! Why!
'Druther hev her 'n this hull city o' New York.
'So had I,' was my answer.
'Wall, you am'no luckier 'n she is - not a bit,' he added. 'A good
man's better 'n a gol'mine ev'ry time.
'Who knows,' said Hope. 'He may be president someday.


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