Mis' Rogers, she says:

"Afore he took to drinking like a fish, Hank
Walters was as likely looking a young feller as I
ever see."

Mis' White, she says:

"Well, Hank he never was a stingy man, nohow.
Often and often White has told me about seeing
Hank, after he'd sold a piece of land, treating the
hull town down in Nolan's bar-room jest as come-
easy, go-easy as if it wasn't money he orter paid
his honest debts with."

They set there that-a-way telling of what good
pints they could think of fur ten minutes, and Hank
a-hearing it and getting madder and madder all the
time. The gineral opinion was that Hank wasn't
no good and was better done fur, and no matter
what they said them feelings kep' sticking out
through the words.

By and by Tom Alexander come busting into the
house, and his wife, Mis' Alexander, was with him.

"What's the matter with all you folks," he says.
"They ain't nobody hanging in that there black-
smith shop. I broke the door down and went in,
and it was empty."