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these dumb Southerners,
they been a problem for...
these dumb Southerners,
they been a problem for me ever since I come down here," Bill was
confessing"You just can't do nothing with a man who don't have
natural human greed, so all the triple-your-money bond deals and
certificates for gold mines that I turned loose on them laid a big
egg
They was working harder than any nigger ever did and putting by
every
nickel they earned for the next rainy dayTurned out that plenty of
'em had a boxful of bonds and such alreadyFrom the Confederate
government Bill's booming laugh led the laughter of the other men"Dumb Southerners" indeed! Her own darling Pa
had a boxful of Confederate bondsSo did all the good people in
Clayton CountyShe tried to walk away, but she was hemmed in by
people behind her who'd also been attracted by the laughter in the
group around Bill Weller"I got the picture after a while," Weller
went on"They just didn't put much trust in paperNor nothing else
that I tried, neitherI sent out omega seamaster replica watches medicine shows and lightning rods
and all the sure-fire money-makers, but none of them so much as
struck
a sparkI tell you, boys, it hurt my pride He made a lugubrious
face, then grinned widely, showing three large gold molars"I don't
have to tell you that me and Lula wasn't exactly going to go wanting if
I didn't come up with somethingIn the good, fat days when the
Republicans had Georgia in hand, I piled up enough from those
railroad
contracts the boys voted me so that we could have lived high on the
hog
even if I'd been fool enough to actually go out and build the
railroadsBut I like to keep my hand in, and Lula was starting to
fret because I was around the house too much, not having any
business
to tend to
Then-glory be-along come the Panic, and all the Rebs grabbed their
savings out of the banks and put the money in their mattresses
Every house-even the shacks-was a golden opportunity I just couldn't
let pass me by
"Stop your gassing, hermes kelly handbag Bill, what did you come up with? I'm getting
thirsty waiting for you to finish patting yourself on the back and get
to the point Amos Bart punctuated his impatience with a practiced
spit that fell short of its targeted spittoonScarlett was feeling
impatient, tooImpatient to get away"Keep your shirt on, Amos,
I'm
coming to itWhat was the way to get in those mattresses? I ain't
the revival-preacher kind, I like to sit behind my desk and let my
employ-ees do the hustlingThat's just what I was doing, sitting in
my leather swivel chair, when I looked out my window and saw a
funeral
going byIt was like lightning strikingThere ain't a roof in
Georgia that don't have some dearly departed once lived under it'
Scarlett stared with horror at Bill Weller as he described the fraud
that was adding to hisriches"The mothers and widows are the
easiest,
and there's more of them than anything elseThey don't blink an eye
when my boys tell them that the Confederate tiffany heart tag Veterans are putting up
monuments on all the battlefields, and they empty out those
mattresses
quicker than you can say 'Abe Lincoln' to pay for their boy's name to
be carved in the marble It was worse than Scarlett could have
imagined"You sly old fox, Bill, that's pure genius!" Amos
exclaimed, and the men in the group laughed more loudly than before
Scarlett felt ? as if she were going to be sickNonexistent railroads
and gold mines had never concerned her, but the mothers and widows
Bill
Weller was cheating were her own peopleHe might be sending his
men
right now to Beatrice Tarleton, or Cathleen Calvert, or Dimity Munroe,
or any other woman in Clayton County who had lost a son or a brother
or
a husbandHer voice cut through the laughter like a knife"That's
the most low-down, filthy story I ever heard in my lifeYou disgust
me, Bill ? WellerAll of you disgust meWhat do you know about
Southerners-about decent people anywhere? You've never had c c purse a
decent
thought or done a decent thing in all your lives!" She pushed with
hands outstretched through the thunderstruck men and women who
had
gathered around Weller, then ran, rubbing her hands on her skirts to
wipe off the stain of having touched themThe dining room and the
glittering silver dishes of elaborate food were in front of her; her
gorge rose at the mixed smells of rich, greasy sauces and spattered
spittoonsShe saw in her mind the lamplit table at the Fontaines',
the simple meal of home-cured ham and home-made corn bread and
home-grown greensShe belonged with them; they were her people,
not
these vulgar, trashy, flashy women and menScarlett turned to face
Weller and hisgroup"That's what you areGet out of my house, get out of my sight, you make me sick!"
Mamie Bart made the mistake of trying to soothe her"Come on,
honey-"
she said, holding out her jewelled handScarlett recoiled before she
could be touched
"Especially you, you greasy chloe black sow
they been a problem for me ever since I come down here," Bill was
confessing"You just can't do nothing with a man who don't have
natural human greed, so all the triple-your-money bond deals and
certificates for gold mines that I turned loose on them laid a big
egg
They was working harder than any nigger ever did and putting by
every
nickel they earned for the next rainy dayTurned out that plenty of
'em had a boxful of bonds and such alreadyFrom the Confederate
government Bill's booming laugh led the laughter of the other men"Dumb Southerners" indeed! Her own darling Pa
had a boxful of Confederate bondsSo did all the good people in
Clayton CountyShe tried to walk away, but she was hemmed in by
people behind her who'd also been attracted by the laughter in the
group around Bill Weller"I got the picture after a while," Weller
went on"They just didn't put much trust in paperNor nothing else
that I tried, neitherI sent out omega seamaster replica watches medicine shows and lightning rods
and all the sure-fire money-makers, but none of them so much as
struck
a sparkI tell you, boys, it hurt my pride He made a lugubrious
face, then grinned widely, showing three large gold molars"I don't
have to tell you that me and Lula wasn't exactly going to go wanting if
I didn't come up with somethingIn the good, fat days when the
Republicans had Georgia in hand, I piled up enough from those
railroad
contracts the boys voted me so that we could have lived high on the
hog
even if I'd been fool enough to actually go out and build the
railroadsBut I like to keep my hand in, and Lula was starting to
fret because I was around the house too much, not having any
business
to tend to
Then-glory be-along come the Panic, and all the Rebs grabbed their
savings out of the banks and put the money in their mattresses
Every house-even the shacks-was a golden opportunity I just couldn't
let pass me by
"Stop your gassing, hermes kelly handbag Bill, what did you come up with? I'm getting
thirsty waiting for you to finish patting yourself on the back and get
to the point Amos Bart punctuated his impatience with a practiced
spit that fell short of its targeted spittoonScarlett was feeling
impatient, tooImpatient to get away"Keep your shirt on, Amos,
I'm
coming to itWhat was the way to get in those mattresses? I ain't
the revival-preacher kind, I like to sit behind my desk and let my
employ-ees do the hustlingThat's just what I was doing, sitting in
my leather swivel chair, when I looked out my window and saw a
funeral
going byIt was like lightning strikingThere ain't a roof in
Georgia that don't have some dearly departed once lived under it'
Scarlett stared with horror at Bill Weller as he described the fraud
that was adding to hisriches"The mothers and widows are the
easiest,
and there's more of them than anything elseThey don't blink an eye
when my boys tell them that the Confederate tiffany heart tag Veterans are putting up
monuments on all the battlefields, and they empty out those
mattresses
quicker than you can say 'Abe Lincoln' to pay for their boy's name to
be carved in the marble It was worse than Scarlett could have
imagined"You sly old fox, Bill, that's pure genius!" Amos
exclaimed, and the men in the group laughed more loudly than before
Scarlett felt ? as if she were going to be sickNonexistent railroads
and gold mines had never concerned her, but the mothers and widows
Bill
Weller was cheating were her own peopleHe might be sending his
men
right now to Beatrice Tarleton, or Cathleen Calvert, or Dimity Munroe,
or any other woman in Clayton County who had lost a son or a brother
or
a husbandHer voice cut through the laughter like a knife"That's
the most low-down, filthy story I ever heard in my lifeYou disgust
me, Bill ? WellerAll of you disgust meWhat do you know about
Southerners-about decent people anywhere? You've never had c c purse a
decent
thought or done a decent thing in all your lives!" She pushed with
hands outstretched through the thunderstruck men and women who
had
gathered around Weller, then ran, rubbing her hands on her skirts to
wipe off the stain of having touched themThe dining room and the
glittering silver dishes of elaborate food were in front of her; her
gorge rose at the mixed smells of rich, greasy sauces and spattered
spittoonsShe saw in her mind the lamplit table at the Fontaines',
the simple meal of home-cured ham and home-made corn bread and
home-grown greensShe belonged with them; they were her people,
not
these vulgar, trashy, flashy women and menScarlett turned to face
Weller and hisgroup"That's what you areGet out of my house, get out of my sight, you make me sick!"
Mamie Bart made the mistake of trying to soothe her"Come on,
honey-"
she said, holding out her jewelled handScarlett recoiled before she
could be touched
"Especially you, you greasy chloe black sow
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