The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1883-09-22

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barrel, and the dcacuns wife had a
taller candle to show ina the cam
ed fruit. ] tried to get ma not 60
90, cause ma is a friend of mine,
and ! didn't want her to have any
thing to do with the circus, but she
said she guessed she knew her bust
ness. When anybody says that
they guess they know their own
business, that settles it with me
and don't Try to argue with them.
Well my chum aud me sat there
in the kitchen, and ! stuffed a piece
Of red tablc-cloth in my mouth to
keep from laughing and my chum
held hisnosc with his fingers and
thumb 50 he wouldn't snort right
out. We could hear the cider run
in the pitcher, and the deacon
drank out of it then pa did, and
then they drawed some more cider,
and ma and the deacons wife were
talking about the sugar it took
to car fruit. and the deacon told pa
to help himself out of "A crock OF
fried cakes, and ! heard the crock
of cakes rattle. and Just then |
heard the old tin lantern rattle on
the brick floor of the cellar, the
deacon said. 'morciful goodness
pa sand Helen damnation | am
stabbed, and ma yelled goodness
sakes alive, and then there was a
lot of dish-pans began to fall and
they all tried TO get up cellar at
once, and they fell over each other,
and O, my, what a IRONY smell
came up from the cellar. 1t was
enough TO kill anybody. Pa was
the first to get 80 the head of the
stairs, and he stuck hishead in the
kitchen, and took a long breath
and said .whoosh. IIennery, your
pa is Almighty sick man The deacon
came up next, and he had run his
head into . hanging shelf and
bloke a glass jar OF hucklcherrica,
and they were all over him, and
he said give me air. Earth's but
a desert drear.' Then MA and III,
deacou's wife came up on g galiop.
and they looked tired. Ia began
to peel Oft his coat and vest and
said he was going out to bury them,
and ma said he could bur- her, too.
and ! asked the deacon fine didn't
notice a faint odor OF sewer gas
coming from the cellar, and my
chum said it smelled more to him
as though something had crawled
into the cellar and died. Well,
you never saw a sicker crowd, and
| felt sorry for ma aud the deacon,
cause their false teeth came out,
and | knew ma couldn'tgossip and
the deacon couldn't talk sassy
without teeth. But you'd a dide to
see pa.
He wa7 mad, and thought the
deacon had put up a job on him,
and he was going to knock the dea-
con out in two rounds, when ma
said there was no use in getting
mad about a dispensation of Provi-
ncnce, and pa said one more such
dispensation of Providence would
Just kill him on the spot. They
finally got the house aired, and my
chum and me slept on the hay in
the barn, after we had opened the
outside cellar door so the beast
could get out, and the next day I
had the fever and ague, and pa and
ma brought me home, and | have
been firing quinine down my neck
ever since. | thought at Sunday
school last Sunday, when tie super
intendent talked about the Odor of
sancity that prevailed the house on
that beautiful morning, and looked
at the deacon, that the deacon
thought the superintendent was al
luding to him and pa, but maybe it
was an accident. Well, | must 90
home and shoot another charge of
quinine into me- and the boy went
out as if he was on his last legs,
though he acted as if he was goIn2
to have a little fun while he did
last.