The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1885-12-16

~|''r- "a Ntptut1 " pOoElIttlo lfd, Bole.
an come back 'bout'hn hour After XII
had glyu BIN Gronet his answer. KIT
tot her nam All about Il, and believed
harder d ever lls
IAN now we1lhef to 60 and live on
snuny's stumpy lot, she says, or elsego
ont an Jet the Injuns seulp Us, she
says.
Tho widder she bust out a-laughinl.
Not Vile these here doSkyments Is
a'|hyin, h'yeE she says, Aturnin, ronn'
o'glt The oil corduroy coat. sWhar IN
the world Is Uncle Tvs ol coat ttit was
layin' on this h'yer bedf sho hollered,
turnln' e. white o. q milostun.
y ohucked y 70 Snuifyl saya Kit
HloOberln an sni llini
,fo chnc;ed Il to Snugvl' yelled the
wilder 60 an eit ilr she hollerei.
60 az git nj Tor Uncle 'Lys will Is
1eWed up in that OF coat, 70 bollerin'
dit nn II that's lost bring on yer
sculpiu Inilnsr
Nn' noW nebba Kit wanlel to Be
told moron Tnnsl 70 20 fur that coat.
but RI don't think she did. She toro
down lords the creek Ike a wild doe
with the houns on her track. She
hadn't gone fur wen she met Snutfy.
comm back BE didn't have no Of
corduroy coat.
Wharsthe coatf Kitscreamed. like
a'wildcat snutfy said, scaret like, that
i want the coathe cared fur, but th't
he'd tied his b'ar.trap bait up In It, an
"a big painter hsd come along an
snatchedlit an, vent of with itiike q
shot Then my Of father said th't Il TIL
was ever q painter give such q yell as
Kit did, he never heard It.
Then she told Snulfy what was in
the coat, and that now they.mowt es
well all give up, for th' want nothin'
left but wild lnjins fur 'em to depend
on. She told snufy never TO come
nigh her agin' TIL he ketched that
painter an fotched back Uncle 'Lys'
viii. Snlfy knowd th' was bout ez
much chance % that ez TIL was O
climbin' a streak o. lightnin'. That
painter haen never rested till he got
safe an sound In the big painter
den on top o. Black Hole ridge,
which had q mire hole with
no bottom to 1t forty foot wide, on one
side Of Il, and a swamp on all the
tother sides that no livin' man had
ever got IN or outot. So Snufy know'd
It were all up with bin an Kit, an he
struck inter the woods on q dead run.
Wen Kit got home she jist tol' her
mother whar the coat an Uncle 'Lys'
will had gone, an tainted away deader'n n
a gro1n hog in Janiwery. Wen sho
come to her nam were stan lin by her.
81 were keepin' that air will hid till
could fnd out wat Jep Kews were
hankeriu arter, said the widder. I
toun' out she ssys, an now.y'ye gone
an an throw'd the will away Conse-
kence IS my lady, says the widder, th't
you u jist begin to rig ycrselt to marry
Bill Gronor, IN thar s an end onitl'
till TIL haint nothin' left O.
Snufy Snyder but his bootsl' says Kit,
an went downstairs to supper.
Things went along fur a day Of two.
Snuify hadn't show'd up, an Kit begun
70 git worried. She nor the wilder
hadn't said q word bout the will an
the losin' oft, an nobody knowd 1t.
Long to'ard night on the second day,
Him Crane come in loaded down with
whoppln big painters, an strung on his
back along with EN- was a pair o COW.
hide boots They was snufy Snyder's
an no mistake.
81 see the two painters a.tearin' along
q mile south o Black Hole ridge, says
Jim, AN both on 'em had suthin'
stickin' out'n their mouths that seemed
to bother 'em. ] Whanged both o the
yarmints, an they stopped in their
tracks Wen / went up to EN- | see
that It was boots that was stlckin' out
O. their mouths clean from their throats.
yanked the boots out an see that they
was Snugy Snyder's, Poor ol' Snutfy,'
says Jim. 'I'h' haln't nothin' left OF
him but his bootsii'
THAT took all the heart out o Kit
snuffy was gone, an she didn't care
now whether It we're wild In ins or Bill
Groner that hooked on to her. The day
arter Jim frame come in with Snuffys
remains, Bill be goes to Kit an says,
pleasant like:
"'Wall, Kit he says, TIL hain't
lothin' left Of him but his boots. It's
tough on 'nuTy, no says, but these Is
dangerous woods, an promise Is q
promise. Well fasten this clearin' in
the family mex Saturday, by you an
me gettin hitched.'
"iSit said it didn't make no dtTer'nce
to her when Il come OH, an went
upstairs and bellered some more. Her
nam said It'd 10 a lesson to her, she
guessed, an l'arn her not to chuck her
uncle's wills aroun' like chicken feed
next time.
'The nex' Saturday were three days
OF, an wen it come there was quite a
gatherin' at the Beggy clearin to see
Kit and Bill FINED. Squire | Tiger had
come clean in from tho Dellywar' llats
10 do the I'inin'. In ten minutes more
the j'inin' d Ia ben commenced, but
tist then Q long, lank bushwhackcr,
barefootel, all dirt an tatters, an
lookin' ez Il he'd ben KEEP on wind fur
a month or 50, kinder STAGGERED inter
the getherin'. He had a role O. sumpin'
under his arm. Kit was the only one
tht made out tho bundle o. bones an
rags to be Snudy Snyder, an she iist
grabbed him in her arms an hugged
him till, my Of pap says, ye could hear
the bones crack.
Now bring on year sculpin' Iniinsm
Kit hollered. 'Th' hAin't no Bill Groner
In minel she says
eSnufy took the bundle from in un.
der his arm. sThafs yer Uncle 'Lys' ol'
corduroy coat, says he, 'th't ye sent me
arter last week.
".An' byer's the docIyment,' says
Kit, o yankin' the will out'n' the linin'
whar It were sewed; 'h'yer's the docEy-
msnt ez says th't th' haint nobody by
TIL name o Groner Agointer hand this
hyer clearin down to no young uns o
his'n! she says, an she shipped the will
under Bills nose. How did 70 ever
keteh the painters, SnuRyT she says,
a-huggin' Of him agin.
''snltty got outside Of q hunk o corn
cake fuSt, an told 'em all about II.
4 went inter the woods, he says,
'a.wishin th't sumpind chAw me up. /