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Craig soon realized he’d actually have to make a proper living, however. Luckily, the Web
caught his attention, initially as a means to promote his art via an online portfolio, but then
as a creative medium in itself, and he’s been working with it ever since. It was during this time
that he founded Snub Communications (www.snubcommunications.com), a design and writ-
ing agency whose clients have since included the likes of Rebellion Developments (publish-
ers of 2000 AD), IDG UK (publishers of Macworld, PC Advisor, Digital Arts, and other
magazines), and Swim Records.
Along with writing the book you’re holding right now, Craig has authored Web Designer’s
Reference (friends of ED, 2005) and various books on Dreamweaver, including Foundation
Web Design with Dreamweaver 8 (friends of ED, 2006). Elsewhere, he’s written numerous
articles for Computer Arts, MacFormat, .net/Practical Web Design, 4Talent, MacUser, the
dearly departed Cre@te Online, and many other publications besides.
When not designing websites, Craig can usually be found hard at work in his quest for global
superstardom by way of his eclectic audio project, the delights of which you can sample at
www.projectnoise.co.uk.
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When he isn’t developing websites, he can be found taking photos of anything that will stay
still long enough, as well as a few things that won’t. He shares his photos on Flickr, at
www.flickr.com/photos/ap4a, and also writes on his blog at www.ap4a.co.uk.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Writing a book is a long process, involving many hours of effort. To see the final product is
exhilarating and extremely satisfying, but it couldn’t have happened without those who’ve
supported me along the way. In particular, I’d like to thank David Anderson, whose excellent
editing, reviewing, ideas, and suggestions were indispensable in the revision of the text.
Special thanks also to Chris Mills for getting the ball rolling, to Tom Welsh for picking up the
baton, and to Kylie Johnston for keeping everything ticking over. Thanks also to the other
members of the friends of ED team for their hard work in getting this publication into the
world.
I’m also extremely fortunate to have had the support of several other great designers. I par-
ticularly owe a debt of gratitude to Sarah Gay (www.stuffbysarah.net) for her highly useful,
selfless contributions, and to my former partner in crime David Powers, who once again
stepped in to assist with a couple of elements in the book. Thanks also to Jon Hicks, Matthew
Pennell, and Lokesh Dhakar for granting permission to include elements of their work, and to
the many designers whose work has been an inspiration over the years.
And, finally, thanks to Kay for once again being there for me and putting up with me while I
wrote this book.
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“I ’bject.”
The court said that I could not do the pleadin, as I was not a party
to the case, nor had I a license to practice before the court.
I riz up agin.
“Mistur Judge,” says I, “what difference does it make who I am or
what I am, so long as I treat the court with respect, and know as
much, or nearly as much, about this case as any lawyer we could
hire?
“If the case, Mistur Judge, is to be decided on the law and
evidence, and not on the pleadin, why cant I do what pleadin we
need, as well as some lawyer?”
I sot down.
The judge looked at me a minit over his specks.
“Well, Mrs. Gaskins,” says he, “if we allowed anybody and
everybody to come into our courts and represent a neighbor or
friend, half our lawyers would have nothin to do. The law prohibiting
this privilege is made so as to afford our attorneys a livelihood.
While it sometimes proves a hardship to litigants, it would be a
greater hardship on our lawyers if they dident have sich a law in
their favor. However, Mrs. Gaskins, as this is a case of small
importance, if the bar is willing I will permit you to say what you
desire in behalf of the defendant.”
Turnin to the lot of high-toned cattle over the fence from us, says
he: “What do you say, gentlemen?”
They kind a hemmed and hawed and whispered together, and
looked disgusted and disappinted and contemptible, and finally one
of them says:
“We shant ’bject.”
And four or five of em got up and left, lookin like as if they had
lost somethin.
Well, the judge invited us over into the field.
We went in, and I sot down by a table. The lawyer for Mr. Richer
got up and stated his case. He said that he would prove that a
number of years ago one Jobe Gaskins purchased from the
Honorable D. M. J. Richer certain lands and tenements to the value
of $3,800; that there has been but $1,700 paid on the amount; that
there remains due and unpaid
some $2,100, which is secured by
mortgage. And he was there to
pray for the foreclosure of said
mortgage and sale of the premises
to satisfy said claim.
He sot down.
I got up.
I says, says I: “Mistur Judge, this
here case haint just exactly like
that there lawyer said. We claim
“‘I ’bject.’” there haint no $2,100 still due Mr.
Richer, although he has our notes
and a mortgage for that amount.
We claim that he has got nearly full value for all we got from him.
We have paid him $1,700 of the principal and over $2,200 in
interest. The land, for some cause, haint worth now as much as we
paid for it, and we expect to prove that Jobe haint done anything to
cause the land to fall in value. The land may now be worth $2,500, if
we could find some one that had the money and wanted to buy
land. If we are foreclosed and forced to sell it, it may not bring more
than the $2,100 that he claims we owe him.
“Now, we want to be fair with Congressman Richer, Mistur Judge,
and all we ask is that Mr. Richer and his likes what lends money be
treated by the law and the courts the same as Jobe and his likes
what owes money is treated.
“Now, as I said before, Mistur Judge, the farm is the same size as
it was the day we bought it; the land is jist as good; the
improvements are better. We have paid Mr. Richer his interest every
year for sixteen years, and $1,700 besides.
“Now, Mistur Judge, wouldent it be fair for Mr. Richer to take the
farm back and give us our $1,700? He would have jist what he had
before we bought it, and he would have $2,212 interest money for
the use of it, and we would have the $1,700 we have paid him over
and above the interest.
“Or, if he dont want to do that, Mistur Judge, we will value the
farm at $2,500, which is all or more than its worth to-day, and will
pay him the difference between the $1,700 we already have paid
and the $2,500, or $800, in cash.
“Now, Mistur Judge, this would be honest and fair, and he can
take his choice, while if you foreclose us, and the farm at sheriff sale
only brings $2,100, and Mr. Richer buys it in, he will have the farm
he had at fust, our $1,700 principal and the $2,212 interest money
we have paid him, or he will have the farm and $3,912 in money,
and we in our old age will have nothin.”
When I was through the other lawyer got up and said sich
argament was all bosh and contrary to law; that the court had too
good sense to be governed by sich anachristic talk from a rattle-
brained woman. At that, it bein noon, the court dismissed for dinner,
without explainin why this was “a case of small importance.” It looks
to me that its a purty tolerable important case to Jobe and me.
CHAPTER XII.
THE DECISION.
T HAT day, when the judge and lawyers got back from dinner, and
arter Jobe and me had eat our lunch in the jury-room, they
opened court agin, and the judge, lookin at me tired like, says:
“Mrs. Gaskins, the court is now ready to proceed with the case.”
“So be we, Mistur Judge,” says I.
So Congressman Richer’s lawyer got out a lot of papers and notes,
and, showin them to Jobe and me, asked us if we admitted signin of
them.
“Certainly we do,” says I.
So he handed them to the judge, sayin that that was all the
evidence he desired to produce, and as the notes had not been paid,
as stipulated in the mortgage, he asked to have the mortgage
foreclosed and the property sold, and judgment for costs rendered
agin the defendant.
At that he sot down.
Jobe he looked distressed.
I felt kind a gone like.
But when the judge said that if we had any evidence to produce
or objection to make why the mortgage should not be foreclosed,
now was my time to make it, I jist gathered up courage and says,
says I:
“Mistur Judge, we have some evidence to offer, and I want to say
a few words.
“We never denied that we signed that mortgage and them notes;
we never claimed we had paid all we did sign.
“‘I want to prove to you, Mistur Judge.’”
“Now, what I want to prove, Mistur Judge, is, that the reason we
haint paid more of the notes was because times have been so hard,
prices so low and money so scarce that we jist couldent pay any
more than we have paid.
“I want to prove that we have paid every dollar we could pay, and
that we have went naked and hungry, or nearly so, to pay what we
have paid.
“I want to prove, Mistur Judge, that when we bought this farm,
some sixteen years ago, times were better than now; that farmers
could sell what they raised for more than now; and I want to prove
that it has not been by any act of the farmers that times have been
made harder and prices lower than then.
“I want to prove, Mistur Judge, that taxes haint got any less; that
interest is jist as high as then; that it takes twice as many bushels of
wheat for Jobe to pay his share of your wages, and the wages of the
other officers in this buildin, as it did then. I want to prove that Jobe
had to use wheat to pay you fellers that he could have used toward
payin on them notes if prices had staid up or officers’ pay had been
brought down.
“I want to show you that all you officeholders have helped to bring
about this condition by your endorsin of men that made laws to
destroy the greenback, to demonitize silver, encouragin high interest
and money monopoly, and by your increasin of wages of
officeholders or lettin them remain the same as they were when
wheat was high.
“I want to prove, Mistur Judge, that Mr. Richer was one of the law-
makers, that he voted agin silver, and did not try to do anything or
to make any law to make money as plenty as it use to be.
“I want to show that Mr. Richer already has got all we have raised
by our hard work for the last sixteen years, and, Mistur Judge, I
think that instid of you sellin our farm to satisfy him, you ort to order
him to give us back all the money we have paid him, except the
interest, and let us give him back the property we got from him; we
are willin to do this, and give him our improvements besides, if he
will give us back our $1,700. This is all we ask, Mistur Judge.
“If you grant it we would have a few dollars to keep us in our old
age, and Mr. Richer would have all we got from him and $2,212
interest money besides.
“If you foreclose us, as this high-toned lawyer asks you to do, we
will have nothing left, and Mr. Richer will have as much as he had
before and $3,912 of our hard-earned money besides, part of it,
Mistur Judge, bein money I got from home when father died.”
The judge kind a looked at me pityin like, and says, says he:
“Mrs. Gaskins, your argament may be all right from your point of
view; but it is not law, Mrs. Gaskins. It is not law. We must proceed
according to law.”
“What is law?” says I. “Haint it justice?” pleadin like.
The judge studied a minit, cleared his throat a time or two, and
then says he:
“It is supposed to be, Mrs. Gaskins. It is supposed to be. It should
be justice; it should be. I appreciate the position of you two old
people. I believe, as you say, that you have worked hard and saved
that you might get your farm paid for and have a home in your old
age. I believe you have done all you could do. Your argament has
been well made.
“‘This is the law, whether it is justice or not.’”
“But the law—the law, Mrs. Gaskins, says that if these notes have
not been paid according to the provision of the mortgage, it can be
foreclosed.
“Even if you had paid all of the notes but one dollar, and had
worked fifty years to pay them, and for some reason money had
become scarce, and your farm under forced sale would not bring
more than the one dollar, it would have to be sold, under the law, to
satisfy that one dollar still due on it.
“To make it plainer to you, Mrs. Gaskins, suppose that all the
money was demonitized or destroyed except gold or silver (no
matter which), and suppose that one man had succeeded in getting
possession of all the money, and you owed one dollar on a farm that
had cost you $3,800, you would have to get that one dollar from the
man who had it, and he could place his own estimate of value on it,
and could, if he so desired, demand 120 acres of good farm land for
one of his dollars, and, in case of forced sale under the law, all the
property you have would have to be sacrificed to satisfy that one
dollar. It would have to be done, even though that one man who had
all the money cornered owned your mortgage and had made the
law, or got it made, that destroyed all the other money. So this, Mrs.
Gaskins, is the law, whether it is justice or not, and I, as the judge
of this court, must be governed by the law as it is. All the testimony
you have mentioned is not such as could be admitted before this
court. Hence I shall render judgment as prayed for by the plaintiff,
with costs of this action attached.”
I wanted to say some more, but the judge told me the case was
over, and that I need not say any more.
So Jobe and me sot there dazed like for a little while. Then the
sheriff come to us and said the case was over and we had better go
home. We got up and come home.
We have been over the dear old farm half a dozen times, so as to
carry its memory in our minds to wherever we shall go. Oh! how
queer I feel when I wonder where that will be.
Jobe is jist a mopin around with no life in him at all.
I haint heerd him holler for McKinley since we got back from
court.
I wonder if Mr. McKinley, and Mark Hanna, and Henry Flagler, of
the Standard Oil Trust, and Mr. Kohlsaat, and them other millionairs
what has been down in Georgia schemin and plannin and arrangin to
git Mr. McKinley elected to the president’s office, want to git him
elected so as to make it easier for Jobe and his likes to pay for their
homes.
I wonder if the laws they are wantin to git made, or keep from
bein made, is to make themselves richer or to make the life of the
fellers who vote the ticket they fix up easier.
Them millionair fellers seem to take a great interest in elections
and things.
CHAPTER XIII.
JOBE CHEERS UP.
J OBE’S aunt Jane out in Indyana is dead. The poor, dear soul
worked hard all her life, and now she is dead. She had been takin
care of a rich inverlid for some twelve years, and got two dollars a
week for all that time. By livin plain and not goin anywhere for all
that time, she has saved $563, and she has left all her savins to
Jobe, her only kin, the lawyers out there write us.
We got a letter from them last week
sayin she had died of a suddent, and left
Jobe all she had, arter payin her buryin
expenses.
Jobe has been more like hisself, ever
since he heerd she was dead, than he has
been for some time.
He now says that if he lives to vote for
McKinley it will be the happiest moment of
his life. I hope Jobe will live.
As soon as he got that letter he started
out agin to try to borrow enough money to
pay off Mr. Richer’s mortgage before
Aunt Jane. foreclosin day. He found one banker at
Canal Dover who said he would let him
have $1,800 at seven per cent. interest, jist
to commodate Jobe. Jobe is a goin to take it, which, with what he is
to git as his dead aunt’s heir, will make the money Congressman
Richer is wantin so bad, and a little besides.
Jobe went to town yisterday to try to stop the foreclosin bizness
until our legicy money comes and we can git the other from the
bank at Canal Dover.
They told him down to the court-house that they would try to
“stave it off.”
Jobe said that when the report got out that he was about to git a
legicy everybody wanted to shake hands with him and be friendly
like.
Even them canderdate fellers, what acted kind a cold durin our
foreclosin trial, come around smilin, Jobe said, and shook hands, and
said that “they knode it would come around all right,” that “a man
never loses anything by votin the strait ticket.” They told Jobe to
“cheer up and git ready for the next election,” and all sich stuff. Jobe
he come home declarin that the Republican party was the “grand old
party” of the universe, he was so puffed up like.
Last night I actually heerd him whistlin one of them campaign
tunes, while he was a feedin of the calf. When the calf got all the
milk out of the bucket and looked up at Jobe lovin like, Jobe patted
him on the head and told him he was a nice feller and looked so
knowin, like McKinley, that he would call him “Billy,” in honor of the
next president.
Jobe then started to the house a whistlin agin, when William came
at him stiff-legged, and struck Jobe on them election patches I put
on his pants, and knocked Jobe down on his hands and knees, and
before Jobe could git up, William hit him agin, knockin him clear
down. Jobe turned over on his back and begin to strike at McKinley
with the bucket, sayin, “You dum rascal,” or somethin like that. He
then clamered to his feet and took arter the calf, kickin as hard as he
could kick. The second kick he missed the calf and fell. Then I
hollered at him.
W E was that bizzy last week, with gittin our legicy and payin of
costs, and a borrowin of money, and a writin of papers, and a
signin of our names, and a swearin to this, that and the other thing,
that I dident git my bakin done, let alone do any writin.
The fust of last week we got our share of our legicy; the officers in
Indyana got the balance.
Howsomever, what we did git come handy for a while anyhow.
I dont know what we would have done if Jobe’s poor, dear dead
aunt hadent a died jist when she did.
Well, when what was left us, arter payin them Indyana fellers,
come, Jobe and me hitched up old Tom and struck out for town to
stop the foreclosin bizness.
We fust went to the bank at Canal Dover, and made arrangements
to borrow $1,800 at seven per cent. Jobe he hung for six per cent.,
but when the banker explained to Jobe that we was now on a gold
basis; that McKinley had come out for a strait gold basis platform;
that he could lend all the money he could git at seven per cent. or
more, and that all the leadin financiers and bankers, in fact all the
leadin citizens, were in for a gold basis, Jobe he “saw it” and agreed
to seven.
Comin home Jobe told me he would ruther pay seven per cent.
than six, in order to support a “sound money basis;” that “nobody
believed in small interest but them crazy Populists and their likes.”
“He would rather pay seven per cent. than six, in order
to support a sound money basis.”
So I signed it. But the Lord only knows where we will git the gold
to pay even the interest with. We have to pay the interest every six
months.
Ive lived on this farm for nigh onto seventeen years, and have
never found a piece of gold as big as a pin-head. Maybe Jobe knows
where it is. I dont, goodness knows.
Well, arter the signin was done there was some more charges and
sich to pay for, and Jobe had it to pay. Then, arter requestin Jobe to
look arter his party’s interests in our township, they bid us good-by,
and Jobe and me come home.
CHAPTER XV.
JOBE, OUT OF TROUBLE, IS UNRULY AGAIN.
“‘Now, Betsy, you see what kind of a party you belong to.’”
Sometimes to answer him I jist read from the Ohio Dimicrat the
same things he has read from the Advercate—only where the
Advercate says “the Dimicrat party,” the Dimicrat says “the
Republican party.”
Then Jobe will flare up and say:
“The Ohio Dimicrat is a dum dirty sheet, and full of lies.”
He knows that I dont swear and wont say that about his
Advercate, even if I know it is the same kind of a paper as the Ohio
Dimicrat is, except in the name at the top of the fust page. Of
course it gits its campaign money and public printin from the office-
seekin canderdate fellers of the other party.
Now, when Jake brought them papers, I happened to pick up the
Advercate (a thing I seldom do), and one of the fust things I read
was a article a praisin Mr. Cleveland for workin to git a “gold basis”
and “gold mortgages” and sich. I was so surprised to find a word of
praise for a Dimicrat president in a Republican noosepaper that I
looked twice at the headin to make sure it was the Advercate I had
instid of the Dimicrat. Sure enough it was the Advercate, but I dont
want you to blame Editure McIlvaine for sich a article appearin in his
paper. He couldent help it. It was in that part of his paper that he
dont print. It was in the patent part what is printed in Cleveland—
the part, you know, which them fellers down east, the fellers what
gits rich by havin on this gold basis bizness, pays to have in all
papers, Dimicrat, Republican, Methodist, Prisbyterian or any other
kind except them howlin Populist papers. Them Populists seem to be
so sot agin that “gold basis,” and a “contractin of the money to make
it scarce and hard to git,” that they wont put anything a favorin the
“gold basis” in their papers for love or money. They are jist that
mean.
So I dont want you to blame Mr. McIlvaine or any other feller for
sich articles a bein in their papers. They cant help it. They jist have
to do it or lose their rich money-lendin friends.
But the feelin I felt when I seed sich a article in a Republican
noosepaper prompted me to do the thing that, as I said afore,
nearly made me a weepin widder.
I jist thought Ide have some fun with Jobe.
So I went to work and cut the headin off from last week’s
Tuscarawas Advercate and pasted it over the headin of this week’s
Ohio Dimicrat. Then I cut the headin out of last week’s Ohio Dimicrat
and pasted it on this week’s Advercate. I then folded the papers up
nice like and laid them on the table in the settin-room, where I had
laid them week arter week for near onto fifteen years.
Arter supper, when Jobe had his chores all done up, he says, as he
come in from the barn:
“Betsy, has the mail come?”
A question that he has asked about that hour, on that same day of
the week, fifty-two times a year for these many years. The mail
alluded to meanin the Tuscarawas Advercate. I told Jobe, as usual,
that it was in on the table. He took his specks down off the kitchen
mantel, and, wipin them as he
went on the corner of his coat
tail, approached the table.
He sot down, rared back in
his split-bottom rockin cheer,
put his feet on another, then
picked up the Ohio Dimicrat
(with its name changed), and
begin to read, as he expected,
Editure McIlvaine’s slaughter of
Dimocracy.
It started out with:
Then I explained what I had done, and he jumped to his feet and
swore awfully. That nite he slept in the barn, and for the second
time in her married life Betsy Gaskins slept alone. Jobe is still critical
and sleepin in the barn.
CHAPTER XVII.
JOBE SLEEPS IN THE BARN.
IF Ide a knode that Ide a had to went through what Ive went
through since I last writ, I would have been a old maid longin for
some one to love, and some one to love me in return, instid of bein
the tormented wife of Jobe Gaskins, Esquire, as I am to-day.
From the time Jobe come in from the barn, the next mornin arter
nearly dyin over the Advercate’s change of abuse, to this hour, the
two old parties has been on the outs; and instid of gittin better,
things are gittin wuss.
The Lord only knows what it will lead to. I dont.
That mornin, about breakfast time, he come a bouncin into the
house all of a suddent, while I was a puttin some corn cakes in the
skillet, and, shakin his fist in my face, says, says he:
“Betsy Gaskins, you’ve got to take it back. Take it back or Ile—Ile
smash you,” makin a motion towards me, and, with his hair all
mussed up and full of hay-seed, he looked dangerful.
I jist drawed back the dipper what I was puttin batter in the skillet
with, sayin:
“Jobe Gaskins, you make another move towards me, or attempt to
strike me, and Ile knock you so cold youle never vote for another
Republican office-seeker.”
I was a lookin at him all the time with the dipper drawed. He seen
I meant jist what I said; so he walked over and sot down on the
edge of the wood-box. Continerin, says I:
“‘Jobe Gaskins, you make another move!’”
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