FOLKS FROM DIXIE
Dokesbury had retired from his partnership with the boy save in so far as he acted as a general supervisor. His share had been sold to a friend of 'Lias, Jim Hughes. The two seemed to have no other thought save of raising, tending, and selling chickens.
Mt. Hope looked on and ceased to scoff. Money is a great dignifier, and Jim and 'Lias were making money. There had been some sniffs when the latter had hinged the front gate and whitewashed his mother's cabin, but even that had been accepted now as a matter of course.
Dokesbury had done his work. He, too, looked on, and in some satisfaction.
"Let the leaven work," he said, "and all Mt. Hope must rise."
It was one day, nearly a year later, that "old lady Hughes" dropped in on Aunt Caroline for a chat.
"Well, I do say, Sis' Ca'line, dem two boys o' ourn done sot dis town on fiah."
"What now, Sis' Lizy?"
"Why, evah sence 'Lias tuk it into his haid to be a cyahpenter an' Jim 'cided to go 'long an' lu'n to be a blacksmif, some o' dese
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