The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1884-10-09
WHY HE WENT AWAY,
Bill .Nye's Pathetic Tale of a
Good Young Man.

George W. Peachblow came from
the effete east one day IN the prime
of summer time and got out at the
Buffalo Wallow Hotel wearing a
plug hat and a pure heart. Two
weeks later a man generally resem-
bling George w. Peachblow, but
wearing a November twilight study
in purple and olive green over his
eye, rode into the railroad station
of Bitter Creek and bought Sec
ond-class ticket for the effete east.
That is the nub of the romance,
but what were the details, the
stage settings and so forth which
we need to fill up the space between
and to enlighten the gentle reader?
Briefly, George W. Peachblow al
lowed he would not only introduce
his plug hat into the new camp,
but he would also start a Sabbath
school. That was all right enough.
Nobody objected to the Sabbath
school in the little mining town.
People who think that a mining
town is the ante-room of perdition
are mistaken. The miner may be a
nomad, but he is not necessarily a
cannibal heather. The prospector
in the lonely gulch may have con-
scientious scruples and mental res
ervation in relation to the plug hat,
but he does not eat his fellow man
raw.
George W. Peachblow did not
meet with any opposition in his
Sabbath school movement, and the
leading citizens looked upon his
plug hat more in sorrow than in
anger. The Sabbath which had
been named for the organization of
the school opened bright and beau
tiful. A little band of children and
young people stood outside the cab
in, waiting for Mr.. Peachblow to ar
rive. He met them with a proud
smile. He spoke kindly to this one
and smiled on that one, winding up
by gayly patting a little girl under
the chin. He remembered this cir
cumstance years afterwards. If he
is alive he doubtless remembers it
yet.
The next day he received the fol-
lowing letter, with which / will
close
''ON THE WAR PATH,
June the
mister peach blossam Sir
take my pen in hand to say
that I will lick you on sight for
your behavior to my sister on yes
terday which was no gentleman 1
will warn you will have to put up
your docks when we meat for l kal-
late to jar your frail cistern till you
are paralized if you are paralized if
you think you can come to the from
tear and chuck young lady under
the chin which is a total stranger,
you will find that you have got
the wrong pig by the ear Wgihiiicn is
me and l give you fair warning
that | will ware you out on sight. |
We don't know much about forrin
hear and I amt a pol |
lshed pensman but ! kallate I can
drive your scome of intellect down
into your tall color in two rounds
peal your close and - -.
your docks Wh~- VnroW up
5at LII you see a thick
- oung feller in the full vigor Of
early morn for that's me,
and I will then put a moss aggit on
your brow and a watch packt under
your eye for thirty days.
"You might send this letter to |
your family in the east, so that they |
may know what has bekum of you |
in case your remains should not be
found kardiallo yours Alonzo B.
Slugg of Slugg town which is me
.he undersigned.
"P S-My sister dezires me to
say that you kant put her into the
nfant class nor chug her under the
,hin with impunity when she is
years old, even if she is
| dworph." BILL NYE.
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