The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-03-28
fool. or III hop down thar an slam the daylights

Hold on, Mose,n somebody shouted. San.
ders had jumped down from his corner, and,
with ungentle mutterings was making for
Nick. ''Jes stop right thar, fur we don't want
no row here"
Nose stopped and ole lobe said: "Don't tech
Their trifin' thing, Nose He amt with or good
beatin'."
'.Tll let him off fur the present" Sanders re-
Piled, Hbut say fercely turning to Nick, ''ther
very fust time ketch yer out yer'll get it. Pve
had er whippin' laid up fur yer fur some time
| an Their very next time ketch yer ont where
| nobody won't hear yer holer Ill give it to yer.
| A white rag futtered in the yard, a signal
which every one understood. Come, men,
| dinners ready" said old Tobe. ''Say, Nick
| Page the old man added as Nick got off the
| stump and began to stretch himself, II don't
| mind feedin' any pusson that's haungry, but
don't want you ter come ter my house. Do yer
hear met"
"Ain't deef,n Nick replied.
''Wall, then, cTar out frum here, now. don't
want yer roun' here, an in the presence Nv these
| here gentlemen l want ter give yer far warnin'.
| Eff yer ever put yer foot in my yard, mind yer,
| ct yer ever put yer foot
(which foot9' Nick broke in before the old
man could finish the sentence.
Slit don't make no diffunce which one. Hull
| out frum here, now. Come, gentlemen an less
| eat somthin'."
| That night, just after the family had eaten
supper, Sis, who during the day had appeared
| nervous, arose from a seat where she had been
| buried in meditation, drew shawl around ner
4 in an agtated manner, turned to old lobe and
said:
| "Father."
| 1t was the first time she had ever called him
| father, and old lobe looked up with a start.
tW'y Sissie"-he always said Slssie during
| his tenderest moments-"what's the natter
Father an mother an You, brother John, l
mus leave YER"
"What!D the old man and his wife in astonish-
nent exclaimed John looked up from new ak
| handle which he was scraping with piece of
| glass, but said nothing
.Yas, must leave YER" she repeated as. with
| q shudder, she drew the shawl tightly around
her shoulders. "Yer1l never know how much 1
| love yer, but yer'll think when I'm gone how
| unworthy I've allus been"
| "Lawd bless my SOUL" vociferated the old
man. what does she meanW
| John had resumed the work of scraping the
ax-handle. but upon hearing his fathers last ex-
clamation, looked up and said:
| "Air yer all blineg KANT yer see, pap, that
she's goin' erway; goin' erway to marry Nick
| Pager"
TIE old man, with a roar, sprang from his
seat.
''Tobie, Tobie," said Mrs. Crabtree, "Tobie,
| mind yerse'f;" she gently took hold Of her hus-
bands arm.
Cit away, Puss, don't tamper with me-
Sisp
"Whut air yer goin' ter dot"
II am goin' out in Their woods whar Nick is
watin' fur me. Then me an him air goin' ter git
married. know that he amt no count father
oh, yes, know that" clasping her hands, 'but
KANT help lovin' him. Oh, pap, wush yer
could know how / do love yer, but yer kaint no,
yer kaint!"
The old man struggled with himself His
wife, with soft words, attempted TO soothe him.
81 know yer will hate me" the trembling girl
continued, ''but KANT hep it. feel like some
body has tied rope round my waist an es err
pullin' it,"
isis" said the old man, raising his left arm
his right arm was held by Mrs. Crabtree-"Ss,
mawnin."
''Oh, Pap don't say that" pleaded the girl.
"Yas, do. hope-no | don't" he continued,
becoming strangely calm. .Puss,' turning with
both Nv us had hoped, that this time never would
come. Sis, must tell yer somthin', an then
yer may GO Puss must tell herg"
"Yas, lobe, vas; but look at yer, lobe, yer air
erwin Stop cryin. lobe, an tell her."
amt no gratitude in this here worll I wuz onct
told that yer mout live ter bring me trouble, Sis,
an yer have. Now, I've got ter tell yer somthin'
that didn't never want yer ter know--didn't
want John thar ter know SIS, me an Puss
amt yer father an mother. We tuck
yer when ye wuz er little baby-wait
till 1 git through. We tuck yer cause yer
father an mother wuz dead. We soon gunter
love--love yer mo- then we did pore John an
let him cry, but when little Sis cried, we got
outen bed an warmed her by the fire cause the
pore little things mother an father wuz dead.
Thar. I'm done Yer amt no child mine.
Coz
"Oh, my father!" cried the girl, as she sunk
upon the floor, and threw her arms around the
old mans knees, "Oh, let me stay fur love yer
SO. / KANT stand to know that amt yer child
II KANT leave"
She sobbed convulsiveIy The old man ten
derby raised her to her feet and kissed her. She
threw off her shawl, hung her bonnet on peg
and sat down. From the woods there came
shrill whistle The girl trembled violently, but
did not arise from her chair
One day the neighborhood of Clarkson's Ford
and its capital, the cross roads town OF Beverly,
were greatly excited by the report that Nose
Sanders had murdered Tai Smith, The two men
that Smith left the place first and that Sanders,
boiling with wrath. overlook him and killed him
with knife. Sanders was seized and confined
in the log jail situated near the "doggery' where
the quarrel had taken place. Smith had many
friends. They swore vengeance. Soon an in
furiated mob had collected in the vicinity of the
jail The sheriff called on his friends to help
him protect the prisoner in case the Jail was at
tackled, but the sheriff's friends were also the
friends of the murdered man. An anxious night
set ina night which Wilson. the sheriff, knew
would be eventful. The mob had built camp
fires in the woods, and, by the light of the fires,
Wilson saw a jug passed round and round. The
fires burned low. A wild yell arose. Wilson
sprung upon horse and galloped away.
'Break down Their do" shouted the leader of
the mob
"Hold on" said some one. Worthless Nick
stepped from behind tree
Come cried the leader ut amt nobody
but ole Wuthless."
"Sopl" Nick demanded Gentlemen, if yer
do anything rash, yerl be mighty sorry fur 1t ter
NOR. Yer don't know whether Sanders COM
mitted murder not. Stop tell yer! Say,
amt much err count an all that; but the fust
man that hits that do gifts er sockdoliger." He
drew an immense revolver "Er man that amt
no count don't need much ter live, yer know
Say, luther day, 1 heard man read outen q
Yankee paper that ther want no law in this here
country, an right then lowed ter myself that
if / ever had er chance I'd see eff thar want
I've got Their chance an have sorter come to Their
clusion that thar is little law layin, 'roun' sum-