It was not untill I was
putting the car up for the night that I saw I had gone off with
his overcoat I hung it on a nail and getting my revolver from
under a board, I went home, feeling that I had lost two hundred
dollars, and all because of Familey pride.
How true that "pride goeth before a fall"!
I have not yet explained about the revolver. I had bought
it from the gardner, having promised him ten dollars for it,
although not as yet paid for. And I had meant to learn to be an
expert, so that I could capture the Crimenal in question without
assistance, thus securing all the reward.
But owing to nervousness the first day I had, while
practicing in the chicken yard, hit the Gardner in the pocket
and would have injured him severely had he not had his garden
scizzors in his pocket.
He was very angry, and said he had a bruize the exact shape
of the scizzors on him, so I had had to give him the ten plus
five dollars more, which was all I had and left me stranded.
I went to my domacile that evening in low spirits, which
were not improved by a conversation I had with Tom that night
after the Familey had gone out to a Club dance.
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