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<head>
<title>Jim</title>
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<body epub:type="bodymatter z3998:fiction">
<section id="jim" epub:type="volume se:short-story">
<h2 epub:type="title">Jim</h2>
<p>Thanks, young man; Ill sit awhile,</p>
<p>And rest while Betsy trades a bit.</p>
<p>Weve druv bout twenty mile to-day;</p>
<p>Im real tired. Just think of it!</p>
<p>“Me a-restin on this here bench Mongst all these trees and flowers and sich;</p>
<p>A park! You say? Its a nice place To drive your team and stop and hitch.</p>
<p>“Farm? Yes, weve got a good one;</p>
<p>Two hundred acres as fine as youll see, Were purty well fixed as to worldly things, Weve worked hard for it, Betsy and me.</p>
<p>“But theres one thing keeps me mighty sad, We cant get over it, night or day.</p>
<p>Never an hour we dont think of Jim</p>
<p>Ten years now, since he went away.</p>
<p>“Dead?—No; just got mad and left.</p>
<p>Never a word have we heard from him;</p>
<p>Ten years of waitin, hopin, and prayin Jest fur one more sight of Jim.</p>
<p>“Jest about your height, young man; Slender and straight as a stalk of corn; Good as gold, though quick to get angry—But, then he was mine and Betsys first-born.</p>
<p>“I think if I could git hold of Jims hand, And kinder explain the words I said,</p>
<p>Hed know his old dads heart would ever Be just the same—but I guess Jims dead.</p>
<p>“Or he never—whats that you say, sir? You Jim!—My God!—it cant be true! Come to my heart, boy—closer, closer—Can it be Jim—oh, can it be you?</p>
<p>“Run quick and call your mother!</p>
<p>Shes in the store—come quick again;</p>
<p>Ill wait here for you. …</p>
<p>… Here! Police! Police!</p>
<p>That young fellers got my watch and chain!”</p>
</section>
</body>
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