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‘Tambay Gold’

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CHAPTER ONE The man at the crossroads gas gery came out to the pump. “Why, it's Mom Baumer,” he said.

"Hiya, Mom?” . “Hiya, pal,” I said. “Fl her up.” “Must be five years since I seen

you,” he said. “All of that” I sald. “You've got a good memory.” “Oh, nobody ever forgets you, Mom,” he said. | I guess that’s right, too. I'm 8 sort of institution on the roads, He took a gander at my trailer. “How's the feed trade?” he asked, being polite. | “I'm still giving satisfaction,” I| told him, While he was polishing the wind. shield I said, “What's this I hear about Tambay Plantation?” “It’s right,” he sald. “Life among the ruins. Poor relation.” “What sort?” "Yankee, Keeps herself to hergel.” te TaN =) “Would she take in a tourist, do; W740 » Eb RY : a WESTERN MEN you reckon?” 4 | / ) BE ® ; RN he oh BRM, “Would the White House?” he| i Z js 3 BEREAN # gald. “Tambay’s still Tambay.” | “Okay, pal,” I sald. “But that's] where I bunk tonight. I've got a particular reason for wanting to sleep there tonight.” Coming into Tambay Plantation , | a oF} PLAYING 3 SAFE, I rolled along quietly. Opposite the | Hi Pag dh Rit BUY i 1 ROOM CR MY NOSE INTO OTHER mansion I dropped the trailer. I . a } NI) tren didn’t want to startle the poor rela« PEORLE tion too much, She might have a weak heart. . I got out of the car and hung a gadget of mine that has been a good old standby many a time when I wanted a lodging, on the gatepost.

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I KNOCKED on the door; a good hard, honest knock. The light moved and the door opened, “Who is it?” I was all set for a scrawny old maid type with slit-eyes and a New England-yellow skin, This wasn't it, at all. The voice didn't have a poor relation whine, either. “Could I get a room?” I said. “No,” she said. “Youre in the wrong place.” “Tourists Accommodated,” I said. | “Going to make a liar out of your sign?” “There's some mistake,” she said. “Can I read plain lettering or can’t I?” I said. “Come and see” She got an umbrella and we sloshed through the long grass. I switched my pocket flash onto the place where I'd done my pictures/time. I was with a carny show.|inings back of the look that she hanging. Acrobatics, an animal turn, and a didn’t want to think about. “What about it?” I sl touch of parlor magic on the side] “Mind if I snoop around a little?” J 4 REG U.S. A ; Instead of answering, she put up| We pitched by the streamside at! “Go anywhere you like.” ont i. _-— ; doh ci 4 sia a hand and felt the woodwork back|Tambay Bend, and when I sneaked| After Ra took her fiy.| BOOTS AND HER BUDDI : of my sign. Naturally, it hadn't out after the show and saw the rod and went down to Tambay ; — _— - 5 — ; = 3 had time to get wet, Nobody's fool, old mansion, I got a yen for it that Bend to get a mess of fish for dine MISTS, EF that gal. " never died out, ner, leaving me with the two Gui- Ne ASR. 4 Do you get away with it often? Years later, I hear that all the/lahs. I went to work on Ollie and HALLE LL SAW ' she asked. Mauries of Tambay are dead, and! Nollie. . “More often than you might their friends and kin that kept the] “How long have you girls been

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think,” I told her. “I'm afraid your batting average is due for a slump,” she said, I guessed that maybe she didn’t have entire confidence in me. So I put the spotlight on myself, “Mom Baumer,” I said, “Fat and 80; wet and tired.” She kind of hesitated. “There's only the north room furnished,” she said. “It leaks.” ’ “So does this sky,” I said. “I don’t know,” she sald to her self. “Why do you pick on Tame bay?” she asked. “Its a long story,” I said. “Id do a lot better hy ft in the mom. ing.” “I'm Jane Ann Judson,” she said. “Then I can bring in my nightie and my toothie?” “All right. At your own risk” The bet was pretty clammy. But a good conscience is better than a shot of dope, and I was still dead to the world when some high-class breakfast smells woke me up with a twitching nose,

|place warm and happy with love, {are scattered or broke. But it would always be the old Tambay for me. Jane Ann Judson was already at the table when I got down. In the ‘morning light she looked younger than I'd figured her. Two long, thin, darky girls that I spotted for Gullahs from the islands as soon

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about the breakfast. “Good morning,” Jane Ann Jude son sald, “How did you make out?” “Swell,” I told her. “I had the night of my life.” “Was it as bad as that?” “No; I mean it” I sald. “You

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wondered why I picked on TamRemember about the little

sleep in the queen's chamber just once, even if she got cut off for it? Well, and

Tambay. After I first saw it and that was before you were born, I

uted to have a dream. Id got rich, and Id bought Tambay, “The place wouldn't be for sale,

my first maybe?” ran “Not if I can help it”

here?” “Us? We been living heah sence Mist’ Clement Maurie's time.” “With Miss Judson?” “Oh, no’'m! Miss Jane Ann, she on'y been heah a little piece. She let us stay on cause we ain't got no othah place to res’. And she gotta have sumbuddy.” “Hasn't she got any folks?” “No'm. Her pa an’ ma was killed in a accident. I don’ reckon she had no othah kin. Her ma was a Maurie. That's how-come she heired

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