The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-05-20
Who Was A TRAlTREss !?

Capt. James Peters, riding home from
a raid into the moonshine counties.
stopped OF Jared's store and asked for a
drink. A jug was taken from the shelf
aud fnger's-length Of clear yellow
whisky poured out.
mo moonshine in this sto', you see,
Captain" remarked Mr.. Jared.
d" Humph T. and the Captains keen
eyes glanced toward the loungers in and
about the store. Reckon. if took q
notion, / could unearth some moon.
shine, an spot some moonshiners not
fur off"
Captain, you mustn't be SO sds-
picious."
Capt, Peters only laughed. He was
very good-humored, the mountain ter
ror, except when, as they would say, his
blood was up. Then it was as safe to
meet a starving tiger.
''Seem to mes if you had somethin'
on your mind" remarked Mrs. Peters
Chat same evening.
",Ye-es," said the Captain, "Tm
plagued about them Jared boys. can't
ketch em nohow."
A knock at the door, and young fell
low came in and shook hands eagerly
with the Captain. His name was Mad.
dox. Capt. Peters had picked him up
in Nashville, and employed him "on
trial"
I" I was jest a-spealUin' of the Jareds, !"
be said. "I'm pretty sure they've
stll somewhat. They look me in the
eye too powerful innocent to be all
right. Now I've got a notion in my
head, if / only had anybody T. could
trust" Maddox drew himself up, alert,
watchful us listening sentinel. what
can't be done one way must be done an
other" said Capt. Peters, slowly. and he
and Maddox had long, whispered con-
ference.
A few days later peddler stopped at
Bieyiocks and asked for a drink of
water, Old mother Bleyloclx sent to the
spring for fresh bucketful, and the
peddler, after refreshing himself, opened
his pack,
"'Pears S if we ought'n ter trouble
you" she said, "cause we can't buy s.
pins wuth."
Jest for the pleasure, ma'am," said
the gallant peddler.
The pack was opened, and three pairs
OF eyes grew big with delight
IF you'll wait till par comes. I'll
make him buy me that collar" said
Janey, the younger of the Bleylock girls.
Praps Dick Oscar d buy you a
present I he was here, suggested Eliza.
" Ii 'tain't maxim too free, I'd like to
say admire Dick Oscars taste" said
the peddler, with an adniring glance.
Janey responded with ooh! you
hush " and toss of her head, and old
mother Bleylock said, "The boys most
generally always paid Janey good deal
Z attention.
She possessed q bold prettiness, this
mountain pink Brown-skinned, black
eyed, red-lipped and way of dropping
her head on her swelling neck, and look
ing mutiny from under her heavy brows.
Illlza was thin slip OF a girl, with de-
mure but vacant look in her blue eyes,
and q shy, nervous manner.
"IU tell you the truth, ma am" re-
marked the peddler to the mother, "you
could take these girls O yourn to Nash
vile, an people in tn streets would fol-
low them for their good looks An
that's Heavens own truth. All yo'
tamily?"
"Lor no; I've got three boys"
can at home, farmin', s'poseP"
"Yaas."
Now, bout these goods O. mine"
said the peddler ''f you could put me
mp for few days, we might make trade.
Inns tired's lame horse, and wouldn't
want nuthin' better'n to rest right here.
"Pdike nuthin' better'n to take You.
But TIA amt no use sayin' word till
pa gets home. He amt no hand for
strangers"
"Wel, won't be a stranger longer'n I
can help" said the agreeable peddler.
Fond o travel you see; but jest's steady
as old Time. Never drink when I travel !;
promised my mother I wouldn't"
"Iis good thing" said mother
"My names Pond, Marcus Pond, Nash
vile boy; but a rollin' stone, ven know.
I've peddled books an sewin'-machines,
and no end of lot of traps ginerally.
Bleylock, with energy. 81 do despise to
see fuddled man. Whisky amt fit fur
nuthin' but ter fatten hogs on
Father Bleylock came home, and be-
yond stare and beyond silent nod
took little notice of the peddler. He
was tall man, thin, taciturn and vel
low. and with a neck so small that his
head presented the appearance of being
stuck on with a pin.
He lighted his pipe, and, after sooth-
ing interval of smoking, "Peddler'd
like to stop over q period, said his wife.
PUT, putt. Don't see no objection.
Puff. puff
Mr., Pond, as he promised, soon ceased
to he a stranger. The OLD man dis
coursed on the grievances OF taxes, and
the old woman, after the manner Of
mothers, talked about her daughters.
My gals is edic&ted, she would say
been overt Cookville months an
months a-schoolin'. But Lor thars
some folks You can't weed the badness
out'n, on Janey's a spitfre, she is.
Seems ii Dick Oscar wants to have her
but he acts kinder curious about it.
blow hot blow cold. Dunno. Now
Lily is different. Can't tell why, less'n
It's that / went to d camp. meetin' an
parGeFsed while belo' she was born.
Somehow she's always been Clelicatsr an
qlieter like n any of ray children. /"
The Bleylock boys, easy, rolicking