The south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1879-1883, 1883-03-27
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your house last night" said the groce-
ry man to the bad boy, as he came in
and sat on the counter right over a
little gimlct hole, where the grocery
man had fixed darning needle so
thst by pulling string the needle
would fly up through the hole and
run into the boy about an inch. The
grocery man had been laying for the
boy for two days, and now that he
had got him right over the hole the
first time, it made him laugh to think
how he would make him jump and
yell, and as he edged of and got hold
of the string the boy looked uncon-
scious of impending danger. The
grocery man pulled, and the boy sat
still. lie pulled again, and again,
and finally the boy said:
ayes, II is reported that we had
burglars over there. 20, you needn't
pull the string any more. l heard
You was setting trap for me, and l
put piece of board inside my pants,
and thought l would let you exercise
yourself. Go ahead, if it amuses you.
1t don't hurt me-"
The grocery man looked sad, and
then smiled sickly sort Of smile,
at the failure of his plan to puncture
the boyy and then he said, "Well,
how was it. The policeman didn't
seem to know much about the partic-
ulars. lie said there was so much
deviltry going on at your house that
nobody could tell when anything was
serious, and he was inclined to think
II was a put up Job" =
"Now let's have an understandings
says the boy. "Whatevcr l say, you
are not to give me away. It's go, is
it? | have always been afraid of you,
because you have sort of decayed
egg look about you. You are like a
peek Of potatoes with the big ones on
top, a sort of strawberry box, with
the bottom raised up, so / have
thought you would 60 back on fell
low. But If you won't give this
away, here goes. You see, l heard
ma tell pa to bring up another bottle
of liniment last night. When ma
corks herself, or has pain anywhere
she just uses liniment for all that is
out, and pint bottle don't last more
than week. Well, ] told my chun.,
and we laid for pa. This Eminent
ma uses is ofiul hot, and almost Bills
tiers. Pa went to the Langtry show,
and did not get home till eleven
O'Clock, and me and my chum decid-
ed to teach pa lesson. Idon't think
1t is right for man to so to the the
aires and not take his wife or his lit
tic boy. So we concluded TO burgle
pa. We agreed to lay on the stairs,
and when he came up my chum was
to hit him on the head with dried
bladder, and l was to stab him OH his
breast pocket, with stick, and break
the linimcnt bottle, and make him
think he was killed. 1t couldn't have
worked better if we had rehcarsed it.
We had talked about burglars at sup.
per time, and got pa nervous, SC
when he come up stairs and was hi
on the head with the bladder, the
first thing he said was burglars by
mighty and he started to 20 back
and then l hit him on the breast pock.
ct, where the bottle was, and then We
rushed by him, down stairs, and
said in a stage whisper, l guess he's {
dead man. and we went down cellar
and up the back stairs to my room
and undressed. Pa hollered to m,
that he was murdered, and ma callet
me, and I came down in my night
shirt, and the hired girl she cam,
down, and pa was on the lounge, ant
he said his life-blood was fast ebbini
away. He held his hand on tn
wound, and he said he could feel tn
warm blood tricking clear down I,
his boots. Told pa to stuff some ia
into the wound, such as he told m
to put on my lip to make my mus
tache grow, and pa said, MY boy
| this is no time for trifling. Tour p
is on his last legs. When l come u
stairs met six burglars, and l at
tackled them, and forced four of ther
down, and was going to hold ther
and send for the police, when tw
more, that l did not know abou
jumped on me, and l was getting tn
best of them, when one Of thei
struck me over the head with cro'
bar. andthcn stabbed me to the heal
/. with a butcher knife. / have r,
ceived my death wound, my boy, an
my hot southern blood, that I offere
up SO freely for my country, in he
time of need, is passing from m
body, and soon your pa will be onl
a piece of poor clay, Get some l.
and put on my stomach, and all IL
way down, for 1 am burning up
went to the water pitcher and got
chunk Of ice and put inside of pa
shirt and while ma was tearing u
an old skirt to stop the flood of bloc
I asked pa if he felt better and i'll
could describe the Williams who ha
murdered him. Pa gaspcd al
moved his legs to get them cool fro
> the clotted blood, he said, and
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