I didn't invent it; I just bought a little of it while under the impression that the telegraph company would keep me informed as to what it was doing."
"A report is posted whenever it comes in," he says.
"Yes," I says. "And in Memphis they have it on a blackboard every ten seconds," I says. "I was within sixty-seven miles of there once this afternoon." He looked at the message.
"You want to send this?" he says.
"I still haven't changed my mind," I says.
I wrote the other one out and counted the money. "And this one too, if you're sure you can spell b-u-y."
I went back to the store.
I could hear the band from down the street.
Prohibition's a fine thing.
Used to be they'd come in Saturday with just one pair of shoes in the family and him wearing them, and they'd go down to the express office and get his package; now they all go to the show barefooted, with the merchants in the door like a row of tigers or something in a cage, watching them pass.
Earl says,
"I hope it wasn't anything serious."
"What?" I says.
He looked at his watch.
Then he went to the door and looked at the courthouse clock. "You ought to have a dollar watch," I says. "It wont cost you so much to believe it's lying each time."
"What?" he says.
"Nothing," I says. "Hope I haven't inconvenienced you."
"We were not busy much," he says. "They all went to the show.
It's all right."
"If it's not all right," I says, "you know what you can do about it."
"I said it was all right," he says.
"I heard you," I says. "And if it's not all right, you know what you can do about it."
"Do you want to quit?" he says.
"It's not my business," I says. "My wishes dont matter.
But dont get the idea that you are protecting me by keeping me."
"You'd be a good business man if you'd let yourself, Jason," he says.
"At least I can tend to my own business and let other people's alone," I says.
"I dont know why you are trying to make me fire you," he says. "You know you could quit anytime and there wouldn't be any hard feelings between us."
"Maybe that's why I dont quit," I says. "As long as I tend to my job, that's what you are paying me for." I went on to the back and got a drink of water and went on out to the back door.
Job had the cultivators all set up at last.
It was quiet there, and pretty soon my head got a little easier.
I could hear them singing now, and then the band played again.
Well, let them get every quarter and dime in the county; it was no skin off my back.
I've done what I could; a man that can live as long as I have and not know when to quit is a fool.
Especially as it's no business of mine.
If it was my own daughter now it would be different, because she wouldn't have time to; she'd have to work some to feed a few invalids and idiots and niggers, because how could I have the face to bring anybody there.
I've too much respect for anybody to do that.
I'm a man, I can stand it, it's my own flesh and blood and I'd like to see the color of the man's eyes that would speak disrespectful of any woman that was my friend it's these dam good women that do it I'd like to see the good, church-going woman that's half as square as Lorraine, whore or no whore.
Like I say if I was to get married you'd go up like a balloon and you know it and she says I want you to be happy to have a family of your own not to slave your life away for us.
But I'll be gone soon and then you can take a wife but you'll never find a woman who is worthy of you and I says yes I could.
You'd get right up out of your grave you know you would.
I says no thank you I have all the women I can take care of now if I married a wife she'd probably turn out to be a hophead or something.
That's all we lack in this family, I says.
The sun was down beyond the Methodist church now, and the pigeons were flying back and forth around the steeple, and when the band stopped I could hear them cooing.
It hadn't been four months since Christmas, and yet they were almost as thick as ever.
I reckon Parson Walthall was getting a belly full of them now.
You'd have thought we were shooting people, with him making speeches and even holding onto a man's gun when they came over.
Talking about peace on earth good will toward all and not a sparrow can fall to earth.
But what does he care how thick they get, he hasn't got anything to do: what does he care what time it is.
He pays no taxes, he doesn't have to see his money going every year to have the courthouse clock cleaned to where it'll run.