The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1883-06-30
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A Rad bEDFELLOW.
Why a Reverend Gentleman Would
Not Slesp With Young Bulkitle.


large number of people to the city,
and Mulkittle's house was crowded.
There was old Uncle Ben and old
Aunt Sue, the old lady who went
to a hotel once and insisted upon
going Into the kitchen and helping
get dinner-there was young Par
son Lagworn and the young lady
who had discarded him; there was
Mrs, Grumel with her son Tom,
and above all there was DR..
Squeems, an old veteran in the
cause. Mrs. Mulkittle was in a
huttcr Of anxiety. She was at a
loss to provide sleeping sccommo-
dations for SO many people, and
she marched through the house
with quilts and pillows, and drag
ged mattresses on the floor and
worried and fretted and perspired,
though all the time declaring that
she was not putting herself to the
least trouble and that it was a plea
sure to have friends visit her.
The drawing oom was filled
with a serio-comic company. The
young ladies wanted "pianny"
music, but were held in check by
the ''old timers who did not want
the worldly thing disturbed. Mr..
Mulkittle, for the entertainment of
his guests, related adventures
which, coming from a minister, are
accepted by courtesy as interest
ing.
Some time ago." he went on,
II went out in the country to
preach"
Wasn't l with you, paf" asked
the boy.
Yes, you were with me. l was
driving a little sorrel horse"
ut was a black horse"
"And Just as l reached the
church the animal became frighten
ed at r sheep"
at was a calf, pa"
"Hush. | was not prepared for
q runaway, and before l could rea-
lie, the little black rascal. in a per-
feet fury"
Thought he was s%orrel!"
"Was tearing through the bush
es. Several gentlemen who were
standing neal the church, rushed
to my assistance. l jumped put"
$50 did l, didn't | pa!"
"Hush, l tell you-jumped out
Just in time, for only a few feet
further on was a bank"
at was a log"
"Was a bank about"
"Log."
"Bank-"
clog"
"Hush, sirr" exclaimed the min
lister, turning upon his son. $50
out there and play with Tom"
'Do l havs to play with Tom
just because it was a log! Let it
be a bank then"
eyes, it was a narrow escape,
and | shudder when | think Of it.
The bank"
LOG" the boy could not refrain
from suggesting.
Leave the room. Go on now
and be ashamed of yourself"
The boy went out and met Tom
who was entering the hall. He
wore onion tops in the button holes
Of his coat and had a string in his
mouth.
81 am a boss" he said, San I'm
fixed up gaily. Look out, the
hoss'll prance on you" and he gal
loped around IN his rough boots to
the confusion Of adjacent converse
ton. Whoa he cried, and pull
led the string until his jaws looked
as though they were split. "Whoa!"
and he squealed and kicked at
young Mulkittle.
Look out. Don't you kick me. ="
sect outen the way of the boss, :"
and he run against young Mulkit-
tie, and squealed again. Mulkit-
tie snatched the string, and gave it
a jerk that pulled the horses mouth
open. He ierked it again, and the
horse began to ''tone up"
'Oh, quit that" he cried
GA boss can't talk" Mulkittle
replied, as he gave the string an
other jerk.
"Oh, You quit that now, you
hurt. I'll tell ma"
CLOSES can't tell their mas
nothin'," and he jerked the string
with such violence that the boy
yelled, bringing his mother and
Mr.. Mulkittle to the scene. The
fact that the boys could not agree