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Frank
had
hoped
she
was
only
teasing
or
playing
a
joke
on
him
,
a
joke
of
questionable
taste
,
but
he
soon
found
she
meant
what
she
said
.
She
did
operate
the
sawmill
.
She
rose
earlier
than
he
did
to
drive
out
Peachtree
road
and
frequently
did
not
come
home
until
long
after
he
had
locked
up
the
store
and
returned
to
Aunt
Pitty
's
for
supper
.
She
drove
the
long
miles
to
the
mill
with
only
the
disapproving
Uncle
Peter
to
protect
her
and
the
woods
were
full
of
free
niggers
and
Yankee
riffraff
.
Frank
could
n't
go
with
her
,
the
store
took
all
of
his
time
,
but
when
he
protested
,
she
said
shortly
:
"
If
I
do
n't
keep
an
eye
on
that
slick
scamp
,
Johnson
,
he
'll
steal
my
lumber
and
sell
it
and
put
the
money
in
his
pocket
.
When
I
can
get
a
good
man
to
run
the
mill
for
me
,
then
I
wo
n't
have
to
go
out
there
so
often
.
Then
I
can
spend
my
time
in
town
selling
lumber
.
"
Selling
lumber
in
town
!
That
was
worst
of
all
.
She
frequently
did
take
a
day
off
from
the
mill
and
peddle
lumber
and
,
on
those
days
,
Frank
wished
he
could
hide
in
the
dark
back
room
of
his
store
and
see
no
one
.
His
wife
selling
lumber
!
And
people
were
talking
terrible
about
her
.
Probably
about
him
too
,
for
permitting
her
to
behave
in
so
unwomanly
a
fashion
.
It
embarrassed
him
to
face
his
customers
over
the
counter
and
hear
them
say
:
"
I
saw
Mrs.
Kennedy
a
few
minutes
ago
over
at
...
"
Everyone
took
pains
to
tell
him
what
she
did
.
Everyone
was
talking
about
what
happened
over
where
the
new
hotel
was
being
built
.
Scarlett
had
driven
up
just
as
Tommy
Wellburn
was
buying
some
lumber
from
another
man
and
she
climbed
down
out
of
the
buggy
among
the
rough
Irish
masons
who
were
laying
the
foundations
,
and
told
Tommy
briefly
that
he
was
being
cheated
.
She
said
her
lumber
was
better
and
cheaper
too
,
and
to
prove
it
she
ran
up
a
long
column
of
figures
in
her
head
and
gave
him
an
estimate
then
and
there
.
It
was
bad
enough
that
she
had
intruded
herself
among
strange
rough
workmen
,
but
it
was
still
worse
for
a
woman
to
show
publicly
that
she
could
do
mathematics
like
that
.
When
Tommy
accepted
her
estimate
and
gave
her
the
order
,
Scarlett
had
not
taken
her
departure
speedily
and
meekly
but
had
idled
about
,
talking
to
Johnnie
Gallegher
,
the
foreman
of
the
Irish
workers
,
a
hard-bitten
little
gnome
of
a
man
who
had
a
very
bad
reputation
.
The
town
talked
about
it
for
weeks
.
On
top
of
everything
else
,
she
was
actually
making
money
out
of
the
mill
,
and
no
man
could
feel
right
about
a
wife
who
succeeded
in
so
unwomanly
an
activity
.
Nor
did
she
turn
over
the
money
or
any
part
of
it
to
him
to
use
in
the
store
.
Most
of
it
went
to
Tara
and
she
wrote
interminable
letters
to
Will
Benteen
telling
him
just
how
it
should
be
spent
.
Furthermore
,
she
told
Frank
that
if
the
repairs
at
Tara
could
ever
be
completed
,
she
intended
to
lend
out
her
money
on
mortgages
.
"
My
!
My
!
"
moaned
Frank
whenever
he
thought
of
this
.
A
woman
had
no
business
even
knowing
what
a
mortgage
was
.
Scarlett
was
full
of
plans
these
days
and
each
one
of
them
seemed
worse
to
Frank
than
the
previous
one
.
She
even
talked
of
building
a
saloon
on
the
property
where
her
warehouse
had
been
until
Sherman
burned
it
.
Frank
was
no
teetotaler
but
he
feverishly
protested
against
the
idea
.
Owning
saloon
property
was
a
bad
business
,
an
unlucky
business
,
almost
as
bad
as
renting
to
a
house
of
prostitution
.
Just
why
it
was
bad
,
he
could
not
explain
to
her
and
to
his
lame
arguments
she
said
"
Fiddle-dee-dee
!
"
"
Saloons
are
always
good
tenants
.
Uncle
Henry
said
so
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
They
always
pay
their
rent
and
,
look
here
,
Frank
,
I
could
put
up
a
cheap
salon
out
of
poor-grade
lumber
I
ca
n't
sell
and
get
good
rent
for
it
,
and
with
the
rent
money
and
the
money
from
the
mill
and
what
I
could
get
from
mortgages
,
I
could
buy
some
more
sawmills
.
"
"
Sugar
,
you
do
n't
need
any
more
sawmills
!
"
cried
Frank
,
appalled
.
