The New Orleans Democrat., 1876-06-19

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CRUsmlN0 INNS. JONES.
How Mr.. Jenss PrsvsA That ne Could
Protect Ms Family. e
tvlcksbure Herald 8
Mrs. Jones was standing In her back
yard feeding the chickens, when Stone
wall Jackson came running In, crying
% though his heart would break, and
told her that Bill Brown had slapped
him for nothing. Mrs. Jones never said
a word. but she grit her teeth hard, and
went into the house to cut cabbage, and
chopped II so fine, thinking 1t was Bill
Browns head, that you might have
sifted it through q coh-w web. While
Jones sat eating his dinner that even-
ing, Mrs. Jones told him OF the outrage
TINT had been committed, and asked
him what he was going to do about Il.
Jones pondered. Bill Brown was fully
twenty-0ne years old, shining light In
the Hss, fire d''s department, pitcher n base .
ton ton vU among so experts @ ns of Beng pgood
man, After considering these things
cafefully, Jones came to the conclusion
that the best course to pursue was ITO
tryat Brown with silent contempt and
80 he told his wife, adding, by way OF
psrenthiesis. m B s. my dear. such cattle are
"All right, Mr.. JONES'" said Mrs.
Jones, iii you're not man enough to
protect your family, thank God! I've
got = brother" and she swept from the
room with look that Jones knew only
too we'll. He had seen that same look
on his wife's face once before, when he
brought friend home to dinner on
washing day, and he knew 1t meant
war. There was no help for it; 1t
flashes upon Jones with the swiftness 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 saloon, and It's
genial proprietor was telling them what
he would do II he got the nomination
FOR Alderman. The 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. He kept good beer, and
offered 1t with that lavish liberality and
recklessness of expenditure for which
Vicksburg candidates are famous.
Jones came In, took his pro rata of beer,
and sat himself down TO mediate upon
the Brown affair. At last happy fdea
seemed to strike him.; he called for an
other "shoo-hy," and rubbed his hands
| patton.
At last he said to Mike, with care
less air, Mike. is Bill Brown one Of
your supporters?"
"You can just bet your monkeymuck
on that, says Mike; there's boy l
do stand solid with"
That's strange, = said Jones. 1ssF
Whats stranger" said Mike, with
the uneasy suspicious air 80 common
among candidates.
s., oh "a nothing "sald Jones mysterious- .
Jones' = said. d. Nike Ike = soiemniy, III
YOU re q friend Of mine you'll tell.
"Weil, / wlll," said Jones, "but you
must keep It confidential" e.
Ian right; go ahsad,". said Mike.
"Weil. .h-sald- Jenss, II just came
from, the Centennial bar-room, and
heard Brown say that you didn't know
your head from . shotgun that he
cought you one day reading q newspa-
per upside down; that he'd sooner vote
iSr TIE t lowest 90 down a 1aigssE glst 4 the ward
elected elect city VI scrip would 70 down to fivs
cents on the dollar, and taxes 60 up 90
high yos couldn't reach them with =
Mike put on his hat ana coat, ana
made Bee line for the Centennial bar
lI0Oms ! al 3 ffgysSti sHs .ltsI vtIl848s fsft
|, : Jones went home end at down On the
front gallery, smoking his cig4r With
that peace 81 mind which only one can
know Whose b0GomI b 4diste1ded with
tie proud consciousness Of, having done
q good action.aasb oil 5asts ta1ule;is
/ About half IN hour afterwards he said
| to his wife, who was still inside
Mrs. Jones, don e think Bill Brown
win hit our boy Aay moro. ~ xrlsAHlsT
| vWhy r. s'5a fist Hsa
"Cone and see.
Mrs. Jones stepped to the window and
looked out. They were bringing Brown
home on shutter, with both Of his eyes
bunged up, and his nose dripping blood
At every pore. ..
Mrs. Jones turned to her husband and
said:
"Darling, can you forgive me p
Jones drew himself up haughtily and
replied, with withering sarcasm: Mrs.
Jones, i don't think ! am able to pro-
.sct tI this sistsnn family; you'd better send Tor
Mrs. Jones was crushed.