“Well, I understand what I’m about, Abe Longley, if you don’t!” retorted the owner of the land. “I _did_ say you could pasture on it, but I didn’t say you could for all time and eternity; and I now give you due notice if I ever see any four-footed animal of yours inside of my fences I’ll run them out with an ounce of buckshot in their hides.”
“Well, well, well!” Longley cried, at the end of his resources, as he leaned on his smooth axe-handle with one hand and clutched his beard with the other. “I don’t know what to make of yore conduct. I can’t do without the use of your land. There hain’t a bit that I could rent or buy for love or money on either side of me for miles around. When folks find a man’s in need of land, they stick the price up clean out of sight. I was tellin’ Sue the other day that we was in luck havin’ sech a neighbor--one that would do so much to help a body in a plight.”
“Yes, I’m very good and kind,” sneered Mrs. Boyd, her sharp eyes ablaze with indignation, “and last Sunday in meeting you and a lot of other able-bodied men sat still and let that foul-mouthed Bazemore say that even the wooden bench I sat on ought to be taken out and burned for the public good. You sat there and listened to _that_, and when he was through you got up and sung the doxology and bowed your head while that makeshift of a preacher called down God’s benediction on you. If you think I’m going to keep a pasture for such a man as you to fatten your stock on, you need a guardian to look after you.”
“Oh, I see,” Longley exclaimed, a crestfallen look on him. “You are goin’ to blame us all for what he said, and you are mad at everybody that heard it. But you are dead wrong, Ann Boyd--dead wrong. You can’t make over public opinion, and you’d ’a’ been better off years ago if you hadn’t been so busy trying to do it, whether or no. Folks would let you alone if you’d ’a’ showed a more repentant sperit, and not held your head so high and been so spiteful. I reckon the most o’ your trouble--that is, the reason it’s lasted so long, is due to the women-folks more than the men of the community, anyhow. You see, it sorter rubs women’s wool the wrong way to see about the only prosperity a body can see in the entire county falling at the feet of the one--well, the one least expected to have sech things--the one, I mought say, who hadn’t lived exactly up to the _best_ precepts.”