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"And town's the place fer ME, and I'm a-goin' right away!" And go he did!--his mother clingin' to him at the gate, A-pleadin' and a-cryin'; but it hadn't any weight. I was tranquiller, and told her 'twarn't no use to worry so, And onclasped her arms from round his neck round mine --and let him go! I felt a little bitter feelin' foolin' round about The aidges of my conscience; but I didn't let it out;-- I simply retch out, trimbly-like, and tuk the boy's hand, And though I didn't say a word, I knowed he'd under- stand. And--well!--sence then the old home here was mighty lonesome, shore! With me a-workin' in the field, and Mother at the door, Her face ferever to'rds the town, and fadin' more and more-- Her only son nine miles away, a-clerkin' in a store! The weeks and months dragged by us; and sometimes the boy would write A letter to his mother, sayin' that his work was light, And not to feel oneasy about his health a bit-- Though his business was confinin', he was gittin' used to it. And sometimes he would write and ast how _I_ was gittin' on, And ef I had to pay out much fer he'p sence he was gone; And how the hogs was doin', and the balance of the stock, And talk on fer a page er two jest like he used to talk. And he wrote, along 'fore harvest, that he guessed he would git home, Fer business would, of course, be dull in town.--But DIDN'T come:-- We got a postal later, sayin' when they had no trade They filled the time "invoicin' goods," and that was why he stayed. And then he quit a-writin' altogether: Not a word-- Exceptin' what the neighbers brung who'd been to town and heard What store John was clerkin' in, and went round to in- quire If they could buy their goods there less and sell their produce higher. And so the Summer faded out, and Autumn wore away, And a keener Winter never fetched around Thanksgivin'- Day! The night before that day of thanks I'll never quite fergit, The wind a-howlin' round the house-it makes me creepy yit! And there set me and Mother--me a-twistin' at the prongs Of a green scrub-ellum forestick w
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