The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1872-11-21

with my eye as he loungcd lazily in
the thick ofthe hGrrying passengers,
l was accosted by 4 gentleman in
rather shabby black attire, and in an
exceedingly dishevelled beaver hat.
1 knew he was a gentleman by his
manner, and especially by his
speech. Excuse me, sir: I am a
rich mans son myself; but could
you let me have six cents to ride out
on the East-Cambridge cars? Who
could resist the subtle flattery of
that appeal? Itwas certainly worth
six cents, and that is just what it
cost me. Rid of him, looked about
for my story teller again. He, hav
ing satisfied himself that the Brigh-
ton car would not be along for ten
or fifteen minutes more, had loafed
back to the curb stone. Here he re-
versed the straw in his mouth, and
had begun to make up for the inter
ruption his story had been to his
chewing. He did not look about for
his companion; he seemed shrewdly
sure that his companion would look
abOat for him. His apparent conf
dence in the power of his absurd
yarn was not misplaced, for the
other cattle man soon made mis- way
to the curb stone, and said:
"Wall, the deacon an his wife was
purity scarf, was they?'
"You're right they was, an they'd
have lay there an lied at each other
al night if they dared, but they
didn't. Ye see, they was Altered
that their slowed come up an call
on 'em anyhow; for it now made a
worst attempt than ever. So Mrs.
Deacon got up, an lit taller-candle,
an pulled the deacon out O bed, an
pushed him toward the head of the
stairs. But they hadn't got over
halfway down, before the deacon
got a flank movement on he, an
KEEP her in the van for the rest of
the way to the dinin' room. There,
while they both stopped for breath,
an their knees was rattlin' 'Monie
Musk together, they heard a cotillon
Of chairs an tables in the kitchen.
This, I guess, is what fust give 'em
the idee of spirits. Wall, by pushin'
one another an holdin' fast to one
another, they at last got to the kitch-
en- door an opened it. Now, the
calf's eyes an voice wasn't shut off
by his underclothes, an he saw what
l spose he took for a good openin'
for veal, an he went for it, roarin' in
the general style of calves. He want
ed to git outdoors, ye see. Mrs.
Deacon dropped taller-candle, an
she an the deacon tumbled over
each other an sereeched, an at last
got the street door open, hearin' the
ghost after them, with the reg'lar
holler thump of spirit. Mrs. Dea-
con got into the street an raised the
neighbors; but the deacon, alfred |
scarf and shuk up, fell sprawlin' in
the doorway, and the calf, scram-
bled over him. Now, the calf natur-
ally went toward his mother; but
the old COW, not recognizing her off
spring in the deacon's white shirt
an drawers, why, she wasn't pur-
tic'lar which way she went, provid
in she got as far as possible out of
his way. So she went straight
through the fence of the deacon's
garding, among the vegetables an
the calf awhoopin' an
follerin'. The old COW, havin'
clean across the cab
bages, brealIin' down Mrs. DeacOn's
observation-disclosures, an layin' vast
her sage bed, made another lane
the garding fence, still fol
ored by the calf, awhoopin' louder'n
ever at the ulnateral conduct Of his
mother. Then they both rushed {
nadly down the one street of the
,illage, in sight of the hull town,
the calf, cause it was !
White, for we were all purity well
stirred up by this time. They were
ound the next mornin' more'n two
nile from Shirkshire. The deacOn's /
hirt'd been so near wore of the calf
hat his mother'd reco'nized him. S
The drawers I'm proud to say, was /
lear hull yit, though a leetle soiled, {
IS you may 'spose, and added to the
modest 'pearance of the calf when l
10Th critters were drove back |
through the village the next day 1
The deacon an his wife, said the
Ioter, in conclusion, ''war'nt hurt in S
he least; but they was trifle scarf. c
reckon. An the best Of the hull {
hing is, they haven't made hardly
ny trouble for anybody else since |
hat night; they've been SO busy
vim about each other" t
RALPH kEELER.
a Well Merited Rebuke II