Three times more the fond father, thus goaded, managed, by
accident,--business accident,--to see old Charlie and increase his
offer; but in vain. He finally went to him formally.
"Eh?" said the deaf and distant relative. "For what you want him, eh?
Why you don't stay where you halways be 'appy? Dis is a blame old
rat-hole,--good for old Injin Charlie,--da's all. Why you don't stay
where you be halways 'appy? Why you don't buy somewheres else?"
"That's none of yonr business," snapped the planter. Truth was, his
reasons were unsatisfactory even to himself.
A sullen silence followed. Then Charlie spoke:
"Well, now, look here; I sell you old Charlie's house."
"_Bien!_ and the whole block," said the Colonel.
"Hold on," said Charlie. "I sell you de 'ouse and de block. Den I go and
git drunk, and go to sleep de dev' comes along and says, 'Charlie! old
Charlie, you blame low-down old dog, wake up! What you doin' here?
Where's de 'ouse what Monsieur le Compte give your grace-gran-muzzer?
Don't you see dat fine gentyman, De Charleu, done gone and tore him down
and make him over new, you blame old fool, Charlie, you low-down old
Injin dog!'"
"I'll give you forty thousand dollars," said the Colonel.
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