"
To say that the foregoing editorial disturbed the evenness of Mr. Crow's
temper would be saying nothing at all. In the privacy of his barn lot
Anderson did a war dance that shamed Tecumseh. He threatened to
annihilate Harry Squires "from head to foot," for publishing the base
slander.
"Doggone his hide," roared poor Anderson, "fer two cents I'd tell all I
know about him bein' tight up at Boggs City three years ago. He couldn't
walk half an inch that time without staggerin'. Anyhow, I wouldn't have
chased Mr. Barnes that time if it hadn't been fer Harry Squires. He
egged me on, doggone his hide. If he didn't have that big typesetter
from Albany over at the _Banner_ office to back him up I'd go over an'
bust his snoot fer him. After all the items I've give him, too. That's
all the thanks you git fer gittin' up news fer them blamed reporters.
But I'll show him! I wonder what he'd think if I traced that baby right
up to his own--_What's_ that, Eva? Well, now, you don't know anything
about it neither, so keep your mouth shet. Harry Squires is a purty sly
cuss. Mebby it's his'n. You ain't supposed to know. You jest let me do
my own deducin'. I don't want no blamed woman tellin' me who to shadder.
An' you, too, Edner; get out of the way, consarn ye! The next thing
_you'll_ be tellin' me what to do--an' me your father, too!"
And that is why Anderson Crow resumed his search for the parents of
Rosalie Gray.
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