Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1888-01-11

e1sxays u looksd 70 - " = 81 hi
dcctTins hainess wus : takin, up oil hia
|ltmo ~ thcrts.
wall, ~ fcllerin' winter there wul
: IN apries party got up ~ Simon
BpgaGuAy atwus on the 18th o. Decem.
bef, sesin, that's his birthday.
AL cv our folks wus there an w
calolated on hsvfnf I stavin' good time,
m would hA' he'd ik too, IL Il hednt !
bin Ter AmaxiAs Fenton, 'Rias, VI
call him Ter short, cause it's handler,
but Amarins = his name; Amarias.
Has Z likely Teller enough, Rias il,
when he's sober, which is most o. th<
time, cause he can't git no Ticker round
these parts, but whom he gifts of x
town or somewhere away from hum
hes sure 70 come back middlin' vel
rot mp
sThat day he'd bin TO town with /,
load q fat hogs, an that's what aildei
him IN made him act 80 queer like K
the party, though ] was fur from sus.
pictcnin' the truth SEEM / didn't know
he'd bin from hum. His wumman mus
h. knowed il, though nobody couldn't
rightly blame her fer KEEN
IL TO herself, poor critter,
Wall, 'Rias begun to act amazin
queer an looked sick an white in the
fAce, an he sweat so the water stood
onto his hide in big drops. Everybody
crowded round him, akin questions
an oferin' their help, an that natterelly
made him wuss; it alwus duz
II stepped mp an ses to the crowd
Jest STAN aside, all ov ye, will We,
cause ye're . henderin' more'n ye're q
helpin,. An you. Tidy, chats hi,
wumman's name. though ii orter be
spoke Matildy, bnt Tildy's what I'd
called her from I leetle gal up), gil
yerseH an yer young mes ready, cause
mo m my man il . goin' to take 'Rias
straight hum
by the time we got him hum an Ia
bed, Rias WINS that sick he never
stirred, no, nc moEe'n q saw log.
3Tildy she got scairt an begun te
cry, but ! said to her, ses I:
Don't ye worry. ! reckon I ken
fetch him out o. this all right. It's
nothin' 'cept . attack o. dumb ager,
an its struck onto his stummick an
the spine O. his back an his midrift an
brain
"'Oh, myr SEES Tidy, EFF it's settled
onto 10 menny diffrunt vitals he's got
to die, I jest know he hes. Oh-oh-
ohp
"'Look here, Tidy ses /, kinder
soothin', cause / felt sorry fer hel
ignorance; look here, amt I here, an
what be | here fer eff not to save his
life? Hain't ! nussed duzens o. sick
folks what would ha' died eff it hedni
bin fer me? Cause good nussin' goes
: sight further than poor doct'rin', an
/ reckon ef ennybody ken tell what
ais . sick person, I ken, fer my eyes is
n~atterelly keen in them things.
IAN now, ye go down suller an
fetch up a half . bushel or so ov onions
an set all hands a peelin' EN-. fer / see
that most o the s'prise party hes fol
Tered US here; 'spect they feel wor.
retted about poor 'Rias.'
"Twarnt long afore the onions wus
peeled an stewed into o kittle.
"Soon's ever they %us cooled of
enough, SOS they wouldn't blister
'Riase's hide, which ! satisfied myself
ov by putin some O. the poultice onto
him five or six times afore / got il
cooled down to the proper tempera.
ture, / called for q bed sheet an spread
1t out on the floor, an ladled the onion
poultice onto it; even an smooth like
by that time the men folks he'd nm.
dressed 'Rias, an / made four on EN-
take the sheet up by the care
full like and kerry it into the bedroom.
Then ! made someo the stnutest fellcrs
lift 'Rias mp, an me an Tidy spread
the sheet out onto the bed an rolled
him mp into it, from head to foot; twas
Is Of he'd bin put to soak in stewed
onions.
There now,' SEES l, 'ef any doctor
ken beat that, I'd like to see him. My
word fer it, 'Rias will be up an ready
to 60 chopin cord wood inside twenty
four hours
"sI4et 10 hope that your words may be
verified; meanwhile, madam, will yor
allow me to approach the bedside and
examine my patient? ? Q somebody
behind me, and when I looked round
there stood our new doctor, a shakin
all over, and lookin' dretful red in the
face; he tried so hard to keep from
Dustin ont larfn.
Doc SEES /, kinder riled up, as who
wouldn't be? 'ef that's what ye came
fer, to make fun of o wumman what,
old enough fer to be your mother, ye'd
better ha' staid to hum. An eff ye're
lartin ct my onion poultice, ye'd better
ha' took lessons o. me in doct'rin.
What good Is all yer collidge larnin' 81
ye don't even know that onions is tho
best medicine when the ager hes STRUCK
onto folkses vitals? An as fer Ria.
bein' yer pashunt, l don know about
that. / he'd them onions wrapped
round him afore ye showed up in here.
"Ye'd better b'lieve them words took
him down a peg or two. He axed my
parding fer hurtin' my feelin's an said
that Mrs. Fenton he'd sent fer him
Then he axed Tidy some questions, of
into q corner, in o l~ow-spoke voice.
Il wus powerfully took aback wher
he told us that what allied his pashun'
WINS indulgin' in intoxicatin' beverage!
too freely-'cause them's the high-fowr
words he used-an' that 'Rias woult
be al right in the mornin'.
Dus NY UpcIEttS ElA AZURE long
cause ] considered that ef 'Rias het
he'd the ager instid o. being drunk. why
my onion poultice would ha' bin jus
the thing on would ha' gone FUR aheat
ov all the stuff the doctor could ha
gin him."
"But,' remarked Mrs. Simpson, will
. nervous glance at the kitchen clock
| wh0aa hnn1a woro Nointino kho hon,
when preparations for dinner for he
numerous family and the farm hand
must DO made, "ye wus . goin' TO tel
how Phoebe Ann an the Doctor com,
70 be married; ye haint told nothin
about Il yet"
II know il; I'm comm to it now.
WINS : follerin' the straight road tina
led TO their gittin' married, right along
I don't b1ieve in no cuts crost lots.
don't, not when I'm tellin' stories, no,
in nothin' else. Ye ken see by tn,
miahap with yer jell what comes Q