The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-01-23

snapped. "l'd like ter see yer git one. I've been livin' with yer long time an don't know when yer got me one."
 q ken tell yer. Las GinnuywerTy wuz a year ago."
 "Wall, it wuz give ter yer. Oh, don't talk ter me, fur yer ain't no count. Whut did yer have fer dinner ter-day."
 We had bar reast, an chicken pie, an fresh hog meat, an slice pertater pie an l don't know whut all"
 "Yes, an lay yer stuffed yerse'f tell yer wuz fit ter pop. Ole Buckley wuz here ter-day an he wants yer ter hep him gether con ter-morrer. l reckon yer air glad uv it fer it gives yer a chance ter git away rum home ag'in. wush l wuz CT man."
 "Wush yer wuz"
 "Oh, shet yer mouth"
 There was one little soul that evening who went to dreary home-Ned Hobdy. She found her father sitting by cheer less hearth. She brought in several sticks of wood when she entered, and placed them on the fire. The old mans face was darkened by pain. His hair was pushed up in antagonism to all gen. tleness, and his watery eyes snapped in anger.
 "Whut ther hell made yer stay all dayW he exclaimed.
 Couldn't get CT way no sooner, dad"
 "Ther hell yer say"
 "Dad, please don't cuss' an fuss," she said, approaching the old man, gently stroking his grizzly hair and pressing her beautiful face against his forehead.
 "Wall, dam it, how did yer expect me ter git along2"
 "W'y, dad, yer said yer rheumatic wuz better, an that mout go."
 "Yas, dam 1t, but it come back on me-"
 "Don't cuss, dad. Ther bad man Il git yer ef yer do. Look," she added talk ing up basket which she had brought, "here's whole lot uv nice things Mrs. Gansett give us. I'll set ther table an we'll have CT nice time."
 els ole Gansett's nephew still thar?"
 "Yas, sir"
 Proud as the devil, ain't he ?"
 :" No, sir. He's jest as nice as he ken be-"
 "Yas, like he'll"
 "Dad, ther bad man II git yer sho ef yer don't stop cussin'. One time ther wuz a man an he cussed an cussed. Ever body tole him ter stop, but he wouldn't do it. He'd cuss when he went ter bed an cuss when he got up, so, one day, the bad man came an put chain roun' his neck an led him away of down in the holler an"
 The old man laughed and the girl sprang to his side, seized him with pre- tense of violence and kissed him. q
 "Wouldn' treat me mean, would yer dad?" ,,
 "No, little precious, fur yer air the sweetes' thing in ther worl'. Hove yer-"
 "Thar now, dad," she said, as the old man began to shed tears. "Jes cuss as much as yer wanter an ther bad man shan't have yer, no he shant. Don't cry, fur we're goin' ter have sich CT nice SUD- per, an then I'll rub all the pains away an then we'll be all right. Jes' set right still now till fix ther table. Here's some jelly fur yer an some-some everything. That's good dad. Wait now till fix yer cheer"
 Rafe Malone was strolling along the road leading in the direction of his home when he was overtaken by Asa More. "Whut's yer hurry2" More asked. "Ain't in much uv CT hurry" Malone replied, turning and waiting for More. "Joggin' towards home 1' More asked. "Yas, got my feedin' ter do." "Wush the old man had give us some O that licker," said More. "I need a | drink right now" "So do l."
 "'Spoze we go on out ter Dogwood an git some," More suggested. Reckenlwe ken make ther raise ?"
 "I think so. Dockery knows whar it ! is." "i wouldn't mind goin', Asa, but I've l got ter go home an feed" "The stock ken wait tell yer git back. | Let's cut across here. Whut do yer say ?" "All right, Pm with yer" They found MT. Dockery in his office. The editor was assuring man that the debt should be paid immediately. "Wait till the mail comes in," said MT. Dockery.