4/15 I'm about at the end of my rope; my mill's all but gone, my flume is in the hands of some one else, my lake is leased, and Thayer can make as many inroads on my timber as he cares to, as long as he appeases the court by paying me the magnificent sum of a dollar and a half a thousand for it. So, you see, there isn't much left for me." "What you do ?" "That depends entirely on you--and what effect that accusation made. If not--well frankly--I don't know." "'Member the mill, when he burn down ?" "Yes." "You no believe Ba'teese did heem. _Oui_, yes? "You don't believe it? |