The Abbeville messenger. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1884-1887, 1886-07-06

bein' his W fault; an that amt all; We
won't sleep a wink tonight It'll ye've told
ev'ry man, woman an child in the neigh.
borhood.'
II jest stood there and hid on to nv
sides It'll 1 thought I should go off. an
when l got so I could speak, says I: 80
slah Jones, you're a picture fer a Comick
Almanack, if ever there was one, entitled
"A henpicked husband, tarred an feath-
cred an ridin' on a rail- AS mad as he
was, he couldn't help l%affin', but he
didn't latf long, for when he got kinder
gethered up, am began to pick off the
feathers, an look at himself, and take
KINDER OF an inventory O. things, his
countenancc fell a rod, I tell We. But if
you'd ben there, as I was, an seen the
molasses and oats drippin' off his trow-
sers-legs into the tops of his shoes, his
hands all paint an sand, an his stove
pipe nat all stove in on one side, with a
big gaub O. putty, you'd "a thought the
specimen o. humanity was the wust you
ever sec. He went round an begun. to
pick up things, an says L: Josiah,
what's become O. that cud o. tobackcr
We put in yer mouth jest US yc started
of?'
"Gosh! Samantha, I must hev swal-
Tered it,
eye oughtcr seen his eyes when he
said it. Eff it had a pizcned him then and
there, should have laughed to seen that
scarf and melancholy look on his face
as soon as I reminded him ont.
"'Swallercd it," says T.
"'Ies, swallcred it. I guess if YOU
had been jounced out of that er wagin the
way l was, you'd a-swallcred yer tongue,
an l declare 'twould u been a good thing
for me eff ye had
jest as he said that, I looked down
the road. What should~I see a-comin,
but Sam Pease's team, an if yon had
seen Josiah Jones and them feathers
a-streakin' it through that cornfeld on
der, you'd a thought the Evil One was at
his heels.
LAS Sam come along up, says he:
"'Why, Mis- Jones, what's the mat
ter? Did we git split out?'"
mo- says I, Ih'aint, but ev'rything
has,
""I should think so,' says he. HAS
everything gomez"
"'Yes, even to JOSIAH
''Was Mr.. Jones with ye?"'
"Hc soas, but he amt now;' an 1
laughed agin, rs l thought how that corn
must be feathcrcd out by that time.'
"Can't help ye to right up things a
littlcY"
":No,' says I; Il guess JosiahIl be
back pretty quick
he didn't git hurt, did hep"
"'Oh, no! I guess he'll KEN out ont
Ill right says I, but I KEEP up a terrible
thinkin' all the time, wonderin' how he
gittin'> out ont without me there to
help him find his shirt an things; for
'ho' I've lived with that man goin' on
twenty-five years, an alias put his shirt
n the same place, yit he alias come to
ne saying:
"'Samantha, where's my shirt2"
"Wal, Sam he histed the warin
round a little soft he could git by, an
&c picked up some O. the things, an he
lrove along. By-an,by I heerd the
pushes a kinder crackin' behind me. an
looked round, an there was Josiah
meachin' along, pcckin' through the
pushes, an whispering:
Samantha, is anybody round therep
No. says I. "'What ye 'fraid on7
faint we got rugged up yet2
"'Yes, the best I could. I can't oft
/ all off my hands, nor out O nv hair,
NJ don't want to see nobody till we
ct out O. this scrape. For goodness,
axe, Samantha, I wish you'd scratch
ONE dirt over that paint an stuff there,
0 'twont look quite so destructive. SIGH
onsarncd luck, anyway! mother time.
amantha, wish you'd stay to hump
"'Good land O. livin! what bev
onc2 Didn't 1 tell yc not to take this
oadr
"'Wal, mother time, set in the waoin.
hen, an mot be a-pilin' out jest fer a lit
e HILL ,
"'Jest fer Il little hill I should saw
You'd jest like ter had me a-wal.
rim round in that mess, too, wouldn't
e2 I tell we what it's, old man, I don't ,
ire to feather nv hest in thot NOV s