Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1886-04-02

never woulder found it out eff | hadn'ter
| KEEP dreainin' nv it. Boys, ! know
mighty well that yer could kill me am
| take charge NV this here Establishment,
but what shame it 'ud be. The preach
er would say, Laws er masSy, they've
| killed that no-'count Nick an err blessed
pore piece NV work they've done, too. >
Now, boys, let Their law take her cou Sc
We all know Sanders an we know that
he's got some good pnts erbout him, so
let's not he rampant erbout this thing
SOY, Willie Thompson, throw down yer
sledge hammer Wy I'd hate ter shoot
SIGH or promlsin' young Teller as you air
Theat's er man, Willy fling it down. Hold
on thar" levclllng the pistol at some one
who stopped to take up the hammer,
don't straighten up with it ur I'll have
ter par'llze yer. That's it, let it er alone.
Wy, boys, thur amt but fifteen ur twenty
NV yer, but iedgin' frum Their noise yer
made down yon | thought thar must be or
hunnud."
Nick" SAID Wiley Thompson, the
man who had thrown down the sledge
hammer, 81 believe yer right crbOut this
thing. Pm going home. Good night
| tellerS.'
a few moments later the jail and its vi
cinity were quiet. The next morning
when Mrs Page went into Nick : room TO
awake him, she was surprised at not find
ing him in ped just then, glaucng
through window, she beheld an uneX-
pected sight-Nick blowing i'm the field
She called him, and when ne came to
breakfast he SAID:
"Mam, yer look at me like | wuz err
stranger
"Wall, fur goodness sakes, son, whut's
got inter YER
Nick told her of the affair at the iail
Now, man." said he, when She had ccas
ed pralsing his courage, mo mo- foolish
ness fur me. I'm erhOut ez straung as
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gOin ter work. I'm gOiu ter see this ole
house fixed up like it wuz in pap'S life
time, an stead NV secin' yer warm that
ole coat I'm goin' ter glt yer IA new one.
Vas, an morn that, nam, I'm gOin' ter
sorter slick up er little an go ter church
with yer.h
The old woman threw her arms around
Nick's neck: "Oh, my boy" She said,
yer don't know how happy yer make this
pore ole heart. My life has been nearly
bothered outen me, thinkin' NV whut wuz
goin' ter become NV us, but now, thank
the LaWd-"
"Thar, now, man; thar now Lemme
Jury back ter work. | fed my horses
alore day an am anxious ter swing corn
ders with em."
1t was soon discovered that Tai Smith,
although trIghtiully cut, was not dead.
When he regaiued consciousness and
strength enough TO talk he told he friends
derS was not to blame. "When he kotch
up with me- said the wounded man, "he
guujcr AK my pardon, but fool like, an
quicker'n or cat ken bat his eye, | turned
ON him an then an thar we had it, an
then an thar got Their wust NV it, fit
like er Whitehead, but | didn't peer ter
daze him. SO my frien's wanted ter hang
him when it got norated round, eh ? |
wush yerd 90 an let him out
When Sanders was liberated, without
stopping to thank the men who had open
ed the Jail door, he went straightway to
the Page place and seeing Nick pillow ing
in field, climbed over the fence and APP
preached him.
'Helloa, Nick"
whoa; wy helloa, Nose, when'g'er
Git out -
"Jes whiler 90. Say, want err thank
er man, but mont know how to thank
him."
Don't try it, Nose. Dam it, air yer
goin ter stan thar an shed tears? Here
lately it peers like ever body that comes
roun' me wanster 6lubber. Amt got
ing his plough line, "When yer git so yer
ken talk, come over an see us"
Shortly after Sanders left the field,
Nick, looking up when he arrived at the
end of Il land saw Wiley Thompson
sitting on the fence.
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as he got off the fence and shook hands
with the plowman,
"Wall, I'm here"
$50 l see, an now that yer air here,
wanter tell yer sOmethin' Las night
me an a passul NV Their boys had meetin
an we all lowed that Nick Page wuz
devilish good timber fur sheriff The
'leckshon amt fur off an yer can be 'lect-
ed easy as fallin' often lawg."
"Wiley, yer don't mean whut yer're
sayin,"
mold board of his pillow with his foot, "ef
they wus ter 'lect me | might momoX the
office"
mo dagger NV that fer all yer want is
ter git er cle'k ter do yer writin' part.
Jis' think, Nick, NV Their money yer can
make. Thar amt no doubt er bout yer
'leckshun fur yer names in ever body IS
mouth. Whit do yer say ?"
"All right, eff they 'lect me I'll sarve."
He was elected Everyone was so anX-
ious to see pore boy whom all had
denounced, rewarded for his daring
achievement that no candidate, in oppoSi-
to Nick, was announced Shortly after
the new sheriff was installed, and while
he was sitting alone in his Office, old lobe
Crabtree, after much eXerton in wiping
his feet at the door, entered the room.
Nick quickly arose and brought a chair
MIR. Page" said lobe, 81 amt seed yer
sense ther woods wuz burnt"
NO" Nick replied, mot sense theT
weather set in. How's all Their folks ?"
"Oh, middlin."
'Sis is well, | hope"
"Yas, she's well but she amt peart.
A'int heen peart sense that night when
yer had yer arrangements ter meet her in
Their woods"
"Whyn't she come ~
wall, I'll tell yer Nick" He then re-
lated the incident which had occurred on
the night of the contemplated marriage
When old lobe had finished his recital
Nick, who had sat gazing at the floor,
looked up and said;
II think mo- NV her for it. It's the love
that | have fur her that-wall. thar amt
no use'n talkin' erbOut polerticks," sum
omning an air Of careessness. Ever
thlng'll come out all right airter while.
Amt got no 'jections ter me marrying Sis,
now, have yer ~
"None under Their heavens"
"Jes' bercase | bantered Their mob an
saved er mans life reckon