CHAPTER I. JOBE SETS AND STUDIES. CHAPTER II AN ARGUMENT ON THE MONEY QUESTION. CHAPTER III. JOBE SLEEPS IN THE SPARE BED. THE DREAM. CHAPTER V. JOBE MUST RAISE USD2,100. CHAPTER VI. BETTY, THE DRIVIN ANIMAL. CHAPTER VII. THEY DRIVE OLD TOM. CHAPTER VIII. ANOTHER LETTER FROM RICHER. CHAPTER IX. A FEW REASONS BY BETSY. CHAPTER X. IS THERE A WOMAN IN THE BARN? CHAPTER XV. JOBE, OUT OF TROUBLE, IS UNRULY AGAIN. CHAPTER XVII. JOBE SLEEPS IN THE BARN. CHAPTER XIX. A BIG-HEADED MAN. CHAPTER XX. "BONDS SELL WELL." CHAPTER XXII. JOBE HELPING TO RAISE THE OFFICERS' SALARIES. CHAPTER XXIII. PLAN TO RELIEVE THE RICH OF AN EXPENSE. CHAPTER XXV. JOBE EXCITED OVER A NOMINATION. CHAPTER XXVII. "THEM POPULISTS." CHAPTER XXVIII. TROUBLE WITH BILLOT. CHAPTER XXIX. "INFORCIN THE LAW AGIN BILLOT." CHAPTER XXX. BETSY DISCUSSES "FIAT" MONEY. CHAPTER XXXI. JOBE BLOWS A FISH-HORN. CHAPTER XXXII. AT COURT AGAIN. CHAPTER XXXIII. JUDGMENT RENDERED. CHAPTER XXXIV. THE LITTLE WHITE ROSE-BUSH. CHAPTER XXXV. JOBE TALKS OF THINGS THAT ARE GONE. CHAPTER XXXVI. BILL BOWERS IS ON THE FENCE. CHAPTER XXXVII. BETSY FAINTS. A VISION. CHAPTER XXXIX. THE PREACHER AND THE SALOONKEEPER. CHAPTER XL. "THEM ROOMS." THE "DIRECTOR OF CHARITIES." CHAPTER XLIII. A FAMILY REUNION. CHAPTER XLIV. AFTER THE WOE, THEN COMES THE LAW. There are two footnotes, which have been moved to directly follow the paragraphs in which they are referenced. The full page drawings are also moved to avoid falling in mid-paragaph. The pages given in the list of illustrations refer to their original page numbers, but here serve as hyperlinks directly to the images. Their page numbers are skipped in the text itself. Minor errors, attributable to the printer, have been corrected. Please see the transcriber’s note at the end of this text for details regarding the handling of any textual issues encountered during its preparation. Corrected text will appear in the text with a gray underline. Placing the cursor over the text will display the original version. A brief explanation can be found by consulting the endnotes for the relevant page. Corrected text will appear in the text as a link to the corresponding explanatory entry in the endnotes. “That every star was an eye looking down on me with pity.” (CHAPTER XXXVIII.) BETSY GASKINS (Dimicrat), Wife of Jobe Gaskins (Republican) title3leaves1 Or, Uncle Tom’s Cabin Up to Date title3leaves2 By.... W. I. HOOD With Illustrations from Original Drawings by C. B. FALLS And an Appendix Edited by K. L. ARMSTRONG CHICAGO: THE WABASH PUBLISHING HOUSE No. 324 Dearborn Street Copyright, 1897, By W. I. HOOD. All rights reserved. Notice.—The illustrations in this work are engraved from original drawings from life, and their reproduction, except by special permission from the publishers, is prohibited. Betsy Gaskins. Jobe Gaskins. THIS book is written for a purpose. It is founded upon actual occurrences. Betsy and Jobe Gaskins are characters well known to you, if you will but reflect upon events coming under your own observation within the past few years. The author claims no inspiration or gift of genius. This is only a simple statement of facts deserving the consideration of every intelligent human being. While you read these pages, if you will permit your intelligence to assert itself over your prejudices, and if finally you will do that which the nobler instincts of man prompt you to do toward bringing about a better condition of things under the government of which you are a part, the author will be fully repaid for his labor. He asks you only to keep in mind at all times that Jobe Gaskins is your brother; that Betsy Gaskins is your sister. W. I. Hood. New Philadelphia, Ohio, April 24, 1897. “GOD, by giving to man wants and making his recourse to work necessary to supply them, has made the right to work the property of every man; and this property is the first, the most sacred, the most imprescriptible of all.”—Turgot. “THE right to work is the right to worship. The clink of the anvil and the hum of the harvest field, the music of the poet and the meditations of the inventor are chords in the anthem of creation.”—Henry D. Lloyd. |