I wish interest was two per cent., dream or no dream.
CHAPTER VIII. ANOTHER LETTER FROM RICHER.
JOBE went to the election Monday and voted her strait. That nite I put another patch on his pants. Ive been a doin his patchin just arter election every year since 1873.
Jobe dont mind patches so long as the Republicans are in, but there is no end to his kickin if the Dimicrats are in.
I cant see what difference it makes; the patchin has to be done, and more of it, every year.
Tuesday Jobe went to town to pay his interest and hear how the election went. He had borrowed what he lacked of Bill Gerber and will work it out at diggin that well.
When he got to town he went strait to Jones’s bank and paid the $126 interest, then went to the post-office and got this letter:
OFFICE OF BERIAR WILKINSON, GENERAL SPECULATOR AND POLITICAL WIRE-PULLER.
_Dear Sir_—Your letter to hand. I must have the money. I have instructed my attorney to begin foreclosure proceedings at once, unless the $2,100 is paid by April 10th, 1895.
took Jobe’s breath. He forgot to ask who was elected. He hurried from the post-office to the bank, to git his interest money back, hopin he could save that much.
[Illustration: “That night I put another patch on his pants.”]
When he got into the bank and explained to Mr. Jones that he had got that letter and that he wanted his interest money back, Banker Jones kind a smiled and said: “You should have gone to the post-office first, Mr. Gaskins. I cannot give you the money back _now_. That would not be bizness, Mr. Gaskins. It would not be bizness.”
Jobe he explained to him that the reason he did not go to the post-office fust was because he was anxious to git the interest paid, and that was the fust thing on his mind.
Jobe he begged and plead for the money. Told him of our sellin Betty, and our wheat, and corn, and sheep, and hog, and quilts, and feathers, and chickens, and of his borrowin part of it from Bill Gerber—told him how he had tried to borrow the money to pay it all and couldent find any one that had it to loan; he showed him how, if we were foreclosed, we would have nothin left at all.
Banker Jones told him it was too bad, but it couldent be helped; he couldent give Jobe any of the interest money back.