h all back yit.
I was laid up three weeks, and last Monday, when I was up and jest
barely able to crawl round, Vic Magner, she come to me and told me that
I'd have to git out unless I could git somebody to stand good for my
board. I owed her for three weeks already and I didn't have but nine
dollars to my name. I offered her that, but she said she wanted it all
or nothin'. I think she wanted to git shet of me anyway. Mister, I was
mighty weak and discouraged--I was so! I didn't know what to do.

"I hadn't seen Rod Bullard for goin' on more than a year, but he was the
only one I could think of; so I slipped out of the house and went acrost
the street to a grocery store where there was a pay station, and I
called him up on the telephone and ast him to help me out a little. It
wasn't no more than right that he should, was it, seein' as he was
responsible for my comin' here? Besides, if it hadn't been for him in
the first place I wouldn't never 'a' got into all that trouble. I talked
with him over the telephone at his office and he said he'd do somethin'
for me. He said he'd send me some money that evenin' or else he'd bring
it round himself. But he didn't do neither one. And Vic Magner, she kept
on doggin' after me for her board money.

"I telephoned him again the next mornin'; but before I could say more'n
two words to him he got mad and told me to quit botherin' him, and he
rung off. That was day before yistiddy. When I got back to the house Vic
Magner come to me, and I couldn't give her no satisfaction. So about six
o'clock in the evenin' she made me pack up and git out. I didn't have
nowheres to go and only eight dollars and ninety cents left--I'd spent a
dime telephoning so, before I got out I took and wrote Rod Bullard a
note, and when I got outside I give a little nigger boy fifteen cents to
take it to him. I told him in the note I was out in the street, without
nowheres to go, and that if he didn't meet me that night and do
somethin' for me I'd jest have to come to his office. I said for him to
meet me at eight o'clock at the mouth of Grayson Street Alley. That give
me two hours to wait. I walked round and round, packin' my baggage.

"Then I come by a pawnstore and seen a lot of pistols in the window, and
I went in and I bought one for two dollars and a half. The pawnstore man
he throwed in the shells. But I wasn't aimin' to hurt Rod Bullard--jest
to skeer him. I was thinkin' some of killin' myself too. Then I wal