The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1889-12-07
SHREWD FATHER WHITE.

How He Settled a Threatened Breach-of-
Promise Suit Against His Son.
After explaining that his son John was
threatened with a breach-of-promise suit |
and that the girl in the case lived only half |
a mile away aud was willing to be talked |
to, the old man asked me to go over with
him and witness his efforts to effect set
Element, writes a correspondent OF the New
York Sun. We found the girl ut home,
also her father and mother. They were all
shellng corn in the kitchen and Betty, as
the girl was named, looked any thing but
broken hearted. She was twenty-three
years old, weighed one hundred and sixty
five pounds, and was inclined to sentiment.
After greetings and general introduction
nv friend, whose name was Jeremiah
White, led off with:
Snow, then, thar hain't no use in chasing
rabbits all over the woods to find one in a
trap. Betty, you and John hev busted up"
'Yaas, but it hain't my fault" she re-
Piled
"No, indeed" added the mother, she
busted of his own accord"
sReckon he did," put IN Bctty's father as
he laid down halfshelled ear to light his
pipe
''When folks is courtin' they often bust
up" observed Jerry, as he got comfortably
seated. ''They git jealous They git sick of
each other. They git outer sorts. Mebbe
one has bad breath"
"Yaas, Jerry, I'm follerin' ye," said Bet
ty's father.
"And when they bust up the best way is
to be sensible. John don't want no row
with Betty and Betty don't want no row
with John"
"No more l DON'T" murmured the fair
one.
"John isn't fifteen for you, Bet. He's all
for nevis, and whisky, and tobacco, and
fighting; and you is all for poetry, and
stars, and clouds, and flowers. You is too
hlgh-souled for John" 49,
"Shuck my hide if that hain't sol" ex-
exclaimed Betty's father, as he whacked
the tub with a big ear of corn. ~
Betty smpered and giggled and the mother
looked pleased.
"That's why you busted" softly ex-
planned my friend. Had to come. Couldn't
help it. When one is too good for 'tother a
bust always comes. Say, Betty, couldn't
sleep last night for thinking of that verse
you wrote for my old woman when she was
sick last year. I'll bet l repeated it over
thousand times" resA
I'll, MI w SiSSicu boety'
"Yaas, it run in my head till couldn't
sleep. kept saying:
"Old Mrs. White is very sick
And mebbe she will die,
Although to save her from the grave
The doctor he will try" =
"Ah, Betty, if l could write such poetry
as that l wouldn't be sloshing around here
no great while, and you kin jigger to thatH'
"Honest Injun9" she asked, holding an
ear of corn in either hand. q
"Dead sure. And now, Betty, being as
you war too good for John, and being as
you've busted up, Pm going to send you
over them two black hogs and six geese
lis it for her wounded feelings" asked
"Kinder that way and kinder because she's
so good" s--
"Bet's cried heap and she's lost lots o.
time" put in the mother, "and you'd better
throw in that ar peacock"
"Durned if don't, Hammer. He's thu
incest bird in the country and peddle
offered me ten dollars for him, but chucl
my hide if don't throw him imp !
''Then l won't sue," said Betty.
mo, she WON'T" added the father. v
.Then it's all settled befo' this gent, VIII
is the witness" continued Mr.. White. 'I'r
glad ont. It's the proper way. When folk
love and bust up, as they sometimes viii
thar's a proper way to settle damages
We've settled and III send the stuff rgl
over, and Bet will be free to make up to thu
Teller who is selling fanning-mills up at tt
corners and who'll be down this way to-mo
row." As~S