CHAPTER XXIV.
THEM PROMISES.
JOBE took what hay he could spare to town yisterday and sold it to Billot, the miller. He dident git any money. He took Billot’s note, due ten days before our semi-annual interest falls due on our mortgage.
Jobe says he would rather have Billot’s note than the money. He says it haint in style to pay cash durin a gold basis.
“Jobe took what hay he could spare.”
Our hay crop wasent nothin to brag on this year. We got $19 worth of hay off from five acres of medder, and a little doodle for old Tom.
Now, I haint a goin to complain any more till arter fall election, but when Jobe come home and told me that $19 was all he got for his hay, and that what he did git would have to go for interest, I jist thought that it would not be so hard to give what you raise to somebody else if you got anything to show for it when you did give.
But arter we sell our hay and thirty bushels of wheat that Billot said he would take at 60 cents a bushel, and the Lord only knows what else, to pay that $63 interest in October, we will still owe jist as much as we did before.
“They are kept so busy legislatin.”