The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1876-07-14

you may consider this ramble con
cluded. s.
Jones VS.. Brown.
Mrs. Jones was standing In hel
back yard feeding the chickenl
when Stonewall Jackson came run.
ming in, crying Ss though his hear
would break, and told her that Bill
Brown had slapped him for moth.
ing. Mrs. Jones never said word
but grit her teeth hard, and went
into the house to cut cabbage, and
chopped 1t so fine, thinking it was
Bill Browns head, that you might
have sifted it through q cobweb.
While Jones was eating his dinner
that day, Mrs. Jones told him of the
outrage that had been committed,
and asked him what he was going
to do about it. Jones pondered
Bill Brown was fully tWenty-one
years old, shining light in the. fire
department, pitcher in a base ball
club, and had the general reputation
among experts of being q "good
man." After considering these
things carefully, Jones came to the
conclusion that the best course to
pursue was to treat Brown with
silent contempt, and so he told his
wife, adding by way of parenthesis
"My dear, such cattle are beneath
our notice."
Call right Mr.. JONES'" said Mrs.
j., "If you're not man enough to
protect your family, thank God, I've
got brother" and she swept from
the room with q look that Jones
knew only too we'll. He had seen
that look on his wife's face one be-
fore when he brought friend home
to dinner on washing day, and he
knew it meant war. There was no
help for it; it flashed upon Jones
with the swiftnsss of lightning
there would be no peace in the
Jones family until the insult of the
morning had been wiped out with
blood.
That night "the boys" were all
sitting in a neighboring beer sa-
loon, and its genial proprietor was
telling them what he would do if he
got the nomination for alderman.
This gentleman, whom we will call
Mike, because that was not his name,
was an ex-prize fighter, could barely
write his name, and was in many
other respects especially qualified
for an alderman. Nike kept good
beer, and offered it with that lavish
liberality and recklessness OF ex-
penditure for which Vicksburg can
didates are famous. Jones came in,
called for some beer, and sat him.
self down to mediate upon the
Brown affair. At last a happy idea
seemed to strike him, he called for
another "shoU fly" aud rubbed his
hands and slapped his knees in glee-
full anticipation.
at last he said to Mike with 8
careless air, mike, is Bill Brown
one Of your supporters ?"
lyon can just bet your mucky-
muck on that" said Nike, "there's q
boy l do stand solid with"
"TEacs strange" said Jones.
"Whats strange r'said Mike with
that uneasy, suspicious air SO COM
mon among candidates.
40, nothing" said Jones, myste-
riously, 81 don't think 1 ought to
tell"
"Jones, said Mike, solemnly, "if
you are q friend of mine you will
tell me-"
"Well, 1 will" said Jones, "but
You must keep it confidential"
Cali right, go ahead" said Mike,
snxiously.
"Well," said Jones, SCI just came
from the Centennial bar-room and
heard Brown say that you didn't
know your head from q shot gun ;
that he caught you one day reading
. newspaper upside down; that
he'd sooner vote for the lowest
down niger in the ward than for
you; and that if you were elected.
city scrip would go down to five
cents on the dollar, and taxes go up
so high you couldn't reach them
with q balloon"
Jones went home and sat down
on the front gallery, smoking his
cigar with that peace of mind which
only one can know whose bosom is
distended with the proud conscious
meas of having done q good action.
About half an hour afterwards he
said to his wife, who was sitting
inside:
t'Mrs. j.. 1 don't think Bill Brown
will hit our boy any more"
"Why2"
"Come and see."
Mrs. Jones stepped to the win
dow and looked out. They were
bringing Brown home on q shutter,
with both eyes bunged up, aud his
nose dripping blood at every pore.
Mrs. Jones turned to her husband
and said:
Darling, can you forgive me 2"
Jones drew himself up haughtily
and. replied with whitening aar-
casm:
"Mrs. Jones, I don't think Pm
able to protect this family: you had
better send for your brother"
Mrs. j. was cFushed.--Vicksburg
Herald.