conversation.

'Beats the world!' he continued, coming in presently, buttoning his
suspenders. 'I thought mos' likely ye'd hitch up t'gether sometime.
'Tain't often ye can find a pair s'well matched. The same style an
gaited jest about alike. When ye goin' t' git married?

'She hasn't named the day,' I said.

'Sooner the better,' said Uncle Eb as he drew on his coat and sat down.
'Used if be so t'when a young couple hed set up 'n held each other's
han's a few nights they was ready fer the minister. Wish't ye could fix
it fer 'bout Crissmus time, by jingo! They's other things goin'if happen
then.' s pose yer s'happy now ye can stan' a little bad news. I've
got if tell ye--David's been losin' money. Hain't never wrote ye 'bout
it--not a word--'cause I didn't know how 'twas comin' out.

'How did he lose it?' I enquired.

'Wall ye know that Ow Barker--runs a hardware store in Migleyville--he
sold him a patent right. Figgered an' argued night an' day fer more 'n
three weeks. It was a new fangled wash biler. David he thought he see a
chance if put out agents an' make a great deal o'money. It did look jest
as easy as slidin' downhill but when we come slide--wall, we found out
we was at the bottom o the hill 'stid o' the top an' it wan't reel good
slidin. He paid five thousan' dollars fer the right o'ten counties. Then
bym bye Barker he wanted him t'go security fer fifteen hunderd bilers
thet he was hevin' made. I to!' David he hedn't better go in no deeper
but Barker, he promised big things an' seemed if be sech a nice man 'at
fin'ly David he up 'n done it. Wall he's hed 'em t' pay fer an' the fact
is it costs s'much if sell 'em it eats up all the profits.

'Looks like a swindle,' I said indignantly.

'No,' said Uncle Eb, ''tain't no swindle. Barker thought he hed a gran'
good thing. He got fooled an' the fool complaint is very ketchin'. Got
it myself years ago an' I've been doctorin' fer it ever sence.

The story of David's undoing hurt us sorely. He had gone the way of most
men who left the farm late in life with unsatisfied ambition.

'They shall never want for anything, so long as I have my health,' I
said.

'I have four hundred dollars in the bank,' said Hope, 'and shall give
them every cent of it.

'Tain' nuthin'if worry over,' said Uncle Eb. 'If I don' never lose
more'n a little money I shan't feel terrible bad. We're all young yit.
Got more'n a million dollars wuth o' good health right here 'n this
room.