The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1882-10-26

But along o. quest min, an cross
guest min an criss-crOss-quest,ni it
took a good spell to git through the
ev' dence. Nextthe lawyers made long
winded speeches, AFTER which old Testy
TOOK has whack, and lambasted both
sides for nigh onto an hour. Then a
constable took us to a room an locked
us up to agree onto a verdie'. which
thought we could ID no time.
1.-The fustvOte stoeH six an six; an
then the argyfyin' begun. an pootY
soon the two ring-leaders got to fightin'.
. We got 'em separated alter they'd
wooled one another cons d rable, an
teok another vote. turned my coat
This time, which made it stand seven to
i've. linen all The five pitched into me
bike p ison for dcsartin' of my flag; an j
b leve they m0bbed me if tothers
hadn't enterfared |.r
Twas too lateto think o gittin' to
my weddin' tut day; so i Jest sot down
sullen an let both sides Jaw away
ave sent out request to the Jedge,
arter a while, to be d seharge Z for in in
compatibility; but old Testy sent back
word that he didn't see it, an onless we
agreed he keep AS out till the eend o
the tarm, which he was sorry to say
warn furdcr off; an he was as good as
his word. / tried to get messidge
sent accountin' for my absence from
the weddin', but the constable said
twas agin the CONSTRUCTION to allow any
outside communication.
"The day court riz we was discharged
with a reeprimand, still standin' stiff,
seven TO five. The two leaders adjourned
to the courthouse yard to resoom hos
liberties, an l struck a bee line to find
the fastest boss 20 be had for love or
money.
II hadn't got fur when / heered a
piece o news that made me hurry faster
still. The boat l was eXpectin' TO 60 on
when the Sheriff ambushed me was
bowed up an hour. afterwards, an
nearly ev'ry soul aboard lostl Poor
janet was only jokin' when !
limited Il bit ago 'twarn't her I was a
meanin' would think me numbered
with the deadl
Easter time was never made in them
parts nor l made over that twenty mild
to Janet's home
Il busted in without kn6ckin'. Janet,
who twas easy to seed been cryin'
jumped up with n little glad cry, an
was runnin' to me, when a look, her
father gave her made her stop.
II hurried to explain what "a kepeme
away, but the old gent still looked
black an onsadisfied. '& @
d" 'Prehaps you kin explain this, too. ;
he said, placin' an opened letter in my
hand directed to myself. MIR. Hoard,
here, picked, it up where you drapt it, |
'spose, &an' Thought twas no more'n
his dutffo scgspose your doopleXity.'
- hadn't noticed afore the presence
I-o'- Misham Hoard, a sneakin' Gu S,
Il
marry instid o. me- but she Wouldn' t.
He sOt- back with grim of trump on
his ugly phiz.
run my eye over the letter.
DEAR CArEB, it said, u got your nice
present. Joe jines in sendin' iove. / 'spose
IN not hear or sce from you agin till our
g Your lovin' KATE
- Bein' already ingaged to another
-, begun Janet father, looking as
sevare as that Virginny PARENT in the
tragedy.
- Ingaged to anotherP' says L
what 10 you mean, Mr.. Staey?'
-'' That letters plain enough says
be; "it aliOOds to your comm nuptials
with whoever writ it, and the Joe it
speaks Of 5 her brother, doubtless
That letter 5 from my sister Kate,
says l. The weddin it delkitely re-
fers to is her own. an the Joe men,
toned , s her intended husban'. 1 lost
it the day the Sheriff took me for q
tailsman, an l 'spose that skunk
pointing to Misham Hoard picked it
up an tried to use it to blarst a dead
man S character behind his back
"Janet didn't wait to hear no more.
She jest come an flung her arms about
my neck an kissed me afore EN- all.
An now, nj she Hoard says I,
mkt time you think of admnist' ring
onto another widder, hadn't YOU better
make sartin the org nal ,purprietor' s
defmct?' IN y. Ledger.