Nat Nason was a poor country boy with a strong desire to better his condition. Life on the farm was unusually hard for him, and after a quarrel with his miserly uncle, with whom he resided, he resolved to strike out for himself.
t week he wanted to know how soon I was goin' to pay him reg'lar wages."
"And what did you tell him?"
"Told him I'd pay him wages when he was wuth it an' not before."
"He does almost a man's work now, doesn't he?"
"Not much! Besides, don't I feed an' clothe him an' give him a comfortable home? He's got too high-falutin' notions, he has!"
"But don't you think he ought to have some money?" went on Mrs. Felton, who could be a trifle independent herself at times.
"No. Money is the ruination o' young folks. Week before last he wanted a quarter to go to the circus with, but he didn't git it."
"Almost all of the boys in this district went to the circus. Tom Bradley told me it was very good, too."
"Humph! That Bradley boy is going to the dogs as fast as he can go."
"Deacon Slide thinks he is a very good boy."
"Well, the deacon don't know everything. I'm goin' to make Nat toe the mark until he is twenty-one. After that I'll wash my hands o' him."