Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1888-07-06

Dor setcn ez tn want unly rev IKE
Our mex door neighbors lived two miled
an half over toards Sprouts Clearin'.
an their names was Buzzer. Betsey Bug
ger were a cortion fer borryin things, an
tn want a day passed tbt she didn't sen
down to our clearin' fer sumpin'. wuther
twere the quiltin' frames. or kittle o
soap, or mans specs. or n side o pork, or
wat it mowt be, an she allus got IL. Nam
allus sould dress up in style an look
pleasin', an so one day she made up her
mind that she'd git rid O. three or fouI
achey teeth she had left. an she sent fer
Bant Bell, the boss doctor, an had him
twist EN- out Mex time dad went to
the county seat mann went with him, an
sot fer some boughten teeth, an fetched
'em hum with her They was nice an
shiny. an folks kim FIN all round the
Swamp deestric' to see EN-, an one or two
oil women stuck up their noses, an said
th't some folks was gittin' mighty proud
with their store chompers an sich. an
th't mebby it were all right. but, b gosh.
tn want nothin' truer thin th't pride
alluz went afore fall
The day man fetched hey boughter
teeth hum she were ca'c latin on kinder
splurgin 'roun' mongst the neighbors
with em that night. She were washin
up the supper dishes wen who sh'd come
in but Betsey Buzzer's darter Sally. Nam
knowd, o course, sumpin v ere to be bor-
ried, an she says to Sally:
Wall. Sally. wat does yer nanny
wantT
" Mans gointer go to aquiltin' to Mrs.
Slupp's tonight, says Sally, AN she says
would ye please lend her yer boughten
teeth to wear. an she'll break EN- in fer
ye.
Course nam were sorry, but she said
she couldn't spare EN- that night, an
Sally went-back hum in huff. Nam she
put the teeth on an went out to make her
splurge On the bridge crossing Nc
Gonigle's Rue she met Dominic Skinner.
an she begun to talk to him. a leetle thick
an cold in the head like. OWN to the
room the new teeth took up. but the teeth
showed up in the moonlight like grave
stuns Vile she was talkin', mann had
to sneeze, an she did. az kebizzl went
the boughten teeth outen her mouth
They never stopped till they plunked in
the creek. an o course was carried away
long the bottom. Arter man kim to her
self all she said were:
Its Judgment on me. she says, for
not 'commodatin neighbour
"A year arter that Hank Yellrack were
fshin' near Bilers Dam, W en wat does he
see but oil Redtail the Ripper sailin' roun'
in the deep hole. fat as prize hog. an ez
lively an frisky ez a colt Hank were
hidin' a-hind stump. eatin hunk o
pork an johnny cake fer his grub. an
soon OF he got over his start at seein' the
Ripper an. inj'yin' setch amazin' health.
he chucked piece o the pork in the
water to see wat the trout d do OF
Redtail grabbed it an downed it Then.
not spectin' the Ripper wouldn't see the
trick. bsited his hook with pork. an wen
the fish had his back turned. Hank drop
ped it in The Ripper give one swash an
gobbled the baitl Hank give yank. an
had hook in ol' Redtail at last He hol
Tered an yelled, an all the men at the
sawmill kim a runnin' out to the dam
The big fish tried to take Hank down
stream. but Hank held him up all would
MT let him Bimeby oil Redtaii turned
head squar' up stream an rushed right.
tc'ards Hank He riz up to the top till
the hull o his big head were onkiv
cred Then he winked one o his
CLASSY eyes. opened his mouth wide
and the mex minute Hank were
turnin' back sommersets on the
bank, an the Ripper dove down, held his
tail 'bove the water fer a minute, an
wiggled it at the 'stonished sawmill men.
and way he went. Hank picked himself
up an looked sheepish But wen he
looked at his hook he most tainted He
see how it were tht Ripper had turned up
so fat On the book were my mammy's
boughten teeth The Ripper had found
'em in the creek. fitted EN- in his jaw, an
went to -feedin' or the fat o the land
agin' Course. wen be foun' th't he were
ketched by Hank an th't he couldn't get
away. he jist give up the teeth like
leetle man, an ez good es said:
Good by, you fellers. an be burned to
yer
"Au' he want never seen in McGoni
giles run ag in Ed Mott in New York
Sun.