I haint heerd him holler for McKinley since we got back from court.
I wonder if Mr. McKinley, and Mark Hanna, and Henry Flagler, of the Standard Oil Trust, and Mr. Kohlsaat, and them other millionairs what has been down in Georgia schemin and plannin and arrangin to git Mr. McKinley elected to the president’s office, want to git him elected so as to make it easier for Jobe and his likes to pay for their homes.
I wonder if the laws they are wantin to git made, or keep from bein made, is to make themselves richer or to make the life of the fellers who vote the ticket they fix up easier.
Them millionair fellers seem to take a great interest in elections and things.
CHAPTER XIII.
JOBE CHEERS UP.
JOBE’S aunt Jane out in Indyana is dead. The poor, dear soul worked hard all her life, and now she is dead. She had been takin care of a rich inverlid for some twelve years, and got two dollars a week for all that time. By livin plain and not goin anywhere for all that time, she has saved $563, and she has left all her savins to Jobe, her only kin, the lawyers out there write us.
Aunt Jane.
We got a letter from them last week sayin she had died of a suddent, and left Jobe all she had, arter payin her buryin expenses.
Jobe has been more like hisself, ever since he heerd she was dead, than he has been for some time.