The Coon Dog
by
I.
In the early dusk of a warm September evening the bats were flitting to and fro, as if it were still summer, under the great elm that overshadowed Isaac Brown’s house, on the Dipford road. Isaac Brown himself, and his old friend and neighbor John York, were leaning against the fence.
“Frost keeps off late, don’t it?” said John York. “I laughed when I first heard about the circus comin’; I thought ‘t was so unusual late in the season. Turned out well, however. Everybody I noticed was returnin’ with a palm-leaf fan. Guess they found ’em useful under the tent; ‘t was a master hot day. I saw old lady Price with her hands full o’ those free advertisin’ fans, as if she was layin’ in a stock against next summer. Well, I expect she ‘ll live to enjoy ’em.”
“I was right here where I ‘m standin’ now, and I see her as she was goin’ by this mornin’,” said Isaac Brown, laughing, and settling himself comfortably against the fence as if they had chanced upon a welcome subject of conversation. “I hailed her, same ‘s I gener’lly do. ‘Where are you bound to-day, ma’am?’ says I.
“‘I ‘m goin’ over as fur as Dipford Centre,’ says she. ‘I ‘m goin’ to see my poor dear ‘Liza Jane. I want to ‘suage her grief; her husband, Mr. ‘Bijah Topliff, has passed away.’
“‘So much the better,’ says I.
“‘No; I never l’arnt about it till yisterday,’ says she; an’ she looked up at me real kind of pleasant, and begun to laugh.
“‘I hear he’s left property,’ says she, tryin’ to pull her face down solemn. I give her the fifty cents she wanted to borrow to make up her car-fare and other expenses, an’ she stepped off like a girl down tow’ds the depot.
“This afternoon, as you know, I ‘d promised the boys that I ‘d take ’em over to see the menagerie, and nothin’ would n’t do none of us any good but we must see the circus too; an’ when we’d just got posted on one o’ the best high seats, mother she nudged me, and I looked right down front two, three rows, an’ if there wa’n’t Mis’ Price, spectacles an’ all, with her head right up in the air, havin’ the best time you ever see. I laughed right out. She had n’t taken no time to see ‘Liza Jane; she wa’n’t ‘suagin’ no grief for nobody till she ‘d seen the circus. ‘There,’ says I, ‘I do like to have anybody keep their young feelin’s!'”
“Mis’ Price come over to see our folks before breakfast,” said John York. “Wife said she was inquirin’ about the circus, but she wanted to know first if they couldn’t oblige her with a few trinkets o’ mournin’, seein’ as how she ‘d got to pay a mournin’ visit. Wife thought ‘t was a bosom-pin, or somethin’ like that, but turned out she wanted the skirt of a dress; ‘most anything would do, she said.”
“I thought she looked extra well startin’ off,” said Isaac, with an indulgent smile. “The Lord provides very handsome for such, I do declare! She ain’t had no visible means o’ support these ten or fifteen years back, but she don’t freeze up in winter no more than we do.”
“Nor dry up in summer,” interrupted his friend; “I never did see such an able hand to talk.”
“She’s good company, and she’s obliging an’ useful when the women folks have their extra work progressin’,” continued Isaac Brown kindly. “‘T ain’t much for a well-off neighborhood like this to support that old chirpin’ cricket. My mother used to say she kind of helped the work along by ‘livenin’ of it. Here she comes now; must have taken the last train, after she had supper with ‘Lizy Jane. You stay still; we ‘re goin’ to hear all about it.”