Incidentally, it may be said that every man
in Tinkletown took personal observations in order to satisfy himself.
"Any one seen Pastor MacFarlane?" went on Anderson. "Wick Bonner give me
a hunderd dollar bill to give him fer performin' the ceremony up to our
house that night. G'way, Ed Higgins! I'm not goin' 'round showin' that
bill to people. If robbers got onto the fact I have it, they'd probably
try to steal it. I don't keer if you ain't seen that much money in one
piece. That's none of my lookout. Say, are you comin' to the town
meetin' to-night?"
They were all at the meeting of the town board that night. It was held,
as usual, in Odd Fellows' Hall, above Peterson's dry-goods store, and
there was not so much as standing room in the place when the clerk read
the minutes of the last meeting. Word had gone forth that something
unusual was to happen. It was not idle rumour, for soon after the
session began, Anderson Crow arose to address the board.
"Gentlemen," he said, his voice trembling with emotion, "I have come
before you as I notified you I would. I hereby tender my resignation as
marshal of Tinkletown, street commissioner and chief of the fire
department--an' any other job I may have that has slipped my mind. I now
suggest that you app'int Mr. Ed Higgins in my place. He has wanted the
job fer some time, an' says it won't interfere with his business any
more than it did with mine.
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