id Checkers, drearily, "because there was
no occasion for it. What we had we owned together and shared in
common, and it makes little difference whether it was in my name or--or
any one else's."

"Yes; but it does. It makes a difference in the eye o' the law."

"Well, the law can leave it in its eye, or get it out, if it worries it
any."

The old man grinned sardonically on the side of his face away from
Checkers. He had never liked our little friend from the time when
Checkers had caused him to fall over a rocking-chair in the parlor the
night that he and Pert became engaged; and Checkers had fostered this
dislike by snubbing and belittling him whenever an opportunity
occurred. His entire make-up of sneaking, petty selfishness and greed
was abhorrent to one of Checkers' open, generous nature, and it was
only for Pert's sake that he had ever consented to have the old man
about or notice him at all.

"Wal," said Mr. Barlow, musingly, "that 's one thing I kin see stickin'
out; you ain't no kind o' hand to run a place like this--ye 're too
tarnal shif'less. Somebody 's got to look after things. Now, my place
down below 's all right for raisin' cotton and sich, but it 's
onhealthy, mighty. The doctor says it 's livin' down thar gives my
wife chills and ager. So, take it all 'round, and bein' 's ye 're
fixed so nice up here, but lonesome-like by yerself, I guess me an'
wife 'll close up the ole house an' move up here to live."

"Guess again."

"No; I 'low I guessed it right fust time," grinned the old man. "What
's the good in runnin' two houses when we kin all live together in one
jist ez well? Wife kin have the parlor bedroom all t' herself, and you
kin have the front or back room upstairs, either you like--I ain't
pertic'lar on that pint--"

"Now, see here," interrupted Checkers, jumping up with an impatient
gesture, "I 've listened to enough of this bloody nonsense. I 'll live
here by myself and run this place to suit myself. Now, when you go
out, close the gate--I 'm tired of talking, and I want to be left
alone."

But the old man never budged; and again the "devil's-horse" braved an
unrighteous fate with a stoicism worthy of a better cause.

"Young feller," said Mr. Barlow, after several moments' cogitation,
"you ain't never treated me with the perliteness and respect as is due
from a boy yer age t' his elders and betters. But I never harbored no
grudge, 'cause I knowed it was only a matter o'