Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-01-12
my loom, but 1 gave it up to oblige him,
and save if possible"
Then Mrs. Trammell broke into sobs.

Then Mrs. Trammell broke into sobs
| V.
"Right thar Mr.. Spivey used tc
say, in recounting this scene, 81 don't
think | were ever madden or 'shameder
not only of Jonce Trammell, but O. my
whole sect; and come nigh o. bein' OF
nonplushed, SIGH were my feelin's; but
l were for compermise, and I hid 'em
come nigh of a-tellin Jonce Trammel
that he were the trifiin est, low-flungest,
suck-eggest hound that ever was beat
out OF hen-'ouse; but hilt in, because
L were after compermise.n
Let US hear what the old hypocrite
said as he wiped his eyes, or rather, as
he pretended, his nose, with his great
bandana.
ooh, now, now, Nicely! They is two
sides of every question"
Jonce turned his eyes appealingly to
the old man.
"And which now, Nicely, if it's a
question of KILN of yourselves-jes' so,
Meely-ahem!-an which has no idee
that nary one of you's desires is to do
that, leastways out o. spite ag'in one
another. But killin's KILN, Nicely,
| w. cOhSC odJS etho HI OuiCCptu W alSIc6
with Jonce thar, Nicely; and eff JOnce
'spicions that your intentions is to run
ag'in both him a,aa DR.. Lewis, right in
to the jaws o. death, why, you see,
Nicely, Jonce mout, as 'fectionate hus-
band, try to git in before you, as it
were, and not a-wishin' and a-desirin' of
a-bein' of widderer, as it WERE
| Here Jonce broke into loud lanenta-
| ton.
"Ah, now," said the old man, with
profoundest sympathy, s.you see how
'hicted the poor fellow air. In co'se
he's a-goin' long home with US, and l m
a-goin' to git you and him to comper-
mise this case, for it's case that can't
| be settled ithout compromise. So
you go on home, Nicely, and Jonce and
nell come on amegiantly. see from
his looks that he's a-goin', and which if
| he don't, why, in co'se you can come
back and put up here at Fdnn's, and see
Ionce through, and which in co'se it
would be pity for .Jonce to die in a
grocery (though I got nothin' to say
ag lin Fann), and not have his wife to
smooth his dyin' piller, and ketch his
partin' words, and see him breathe of
his life out sweetly thar, as it were.''
She went out with her son. JOnce
was sobered enough by what had trans
pired to be made to listen to reason.
He rose, washed his face and hands in q
basin in the back room of the grocery
Fam the while aiding and expediting
eagerly-brushed himself, and came
forth with his uncle. When Mrs. Tram
nell saw them fairly out. and not be-
fore, she mounted her horse, took up
her son behind, and rode slowly on.
On the way, Mr.. Spivey's talk, the
smoothest he could invent in the begin
ming, roughened gradually as they APP
preached Jonce's residence, and he felt
that he could let out some of his vial
upon him.
"And l am glad to hear you say,
Jonce," he continued, uninterruptedly,
after constant previous discourse-s'I
am glad to hear you acknowledge that
you have fair jeweld of a wife''-Jonce,
l observe parenthetically, had not open
ed his 1seouth, not, indeed, having had
the pportunity-sswhich go to show
that you amt the fool and the scoundrel
you would be if you didn't acknowledge
it; and Jonce''-the house was now
fairly in view-stjes' to come down to
the bottom, Jonce, I'm not a-talkin' of
your gittin' of drunk, but that yistiday
business; Tn powerful 'shamed of it,
Jonce, as your own blessed uncle; and l
never knowed Teller, make no odds
how bad he wanted of drink o. sperrits,
to grabble lower to git it; that is, Jonce,
a-providin' that were your objec'.'
at weren't, Uncle ADAM" said
Jonce, humbly; 81 did want drink,
but were mad because thought Nicely
were a-foolin' of me.''
ayes, and you found that you was
a-foolin' o yourself. Jonce Trammell,
you are child O. my own sister that's
dead and goned, and 1 want to tell you
this when man have to 60 to grab
blin' in the dirt-for that's what can't
but name it-makes no odds what kind
O. wife, but specially with SIGH wife
as you've got, when he have to sneak
about and peep through winder-shetter
cracks to watch her, and specially when
she's a-workin' for him and his children,
it's a pity somebody weren't thar to
poke a p'inted stick through that crack,
and punch at least one of his eyes out
and then ef-providin' he want to die,
and which wouldn't be a onreason'ble
wish in them circum ances-to lead up
to him, and to back on him, a mule, and
let him kick him to death. Now as for
the drinkin' O. sperrits-I'm a-talkin'
now, Jonce Trammell, of one drink a
day, and which | means a sweetened
dram of a mornin' like, and which it
amt a-goin' to kill nobody; and eff he'll
confind hissef to that, he'll never feel
like a-prowlin' of around his own house,
like suck egg dog around of hen-nesses,
and git liable to have his hide walloped,
and a few O. his bones broke with bar'l
stave or bean pole. And Furthermore,
Jonce Trammell-yes, noout add, fur
thersomemoreOver-"
But they had now reached the horse
block, where Mrs. Trammell had just |
alighted, and the artful, aged peace |
maker felt that he must change the tone
of his remarks in the hearing of the other
party. Without moments pause he
continued: s'And furthermoresomeover,
.Jonce, 1 agree with you a,atirely, Jonce,
that when teller git Uneasy when the
doctor have expressed his 'pinions about
his wife, and specially, as you say,