The Arkansaw traveler. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1882-1???, 1889-05-18

head. We will bring that thing out, to the ever
lasting shame of those rascals SELL why, it's bound
to sell. People want American literature They
don't want to read about old castles and Lord So
and-So all the time. They want to see the-the-
the-they want to see the soil of own earth
clinging TO the shoes of-of-of-(the metaphor
was too much for him)-in fact, they want home
stuff-home stuff. And we'll give 1t to them. Pm
going to take teddy now. Oh, it's the first
to-day" he added, as looked up at him. "Bless
your life, my boy, l wouldn't take too much for
anything. don't drink very much. No matter
how often | am in town, never go into q saloon
You have seen me under the influence OF liquor
twice. You'll never see it again. Ah it's a curse
but If we know how to handle the stuff it's all
right. My father lived TO be eighty, and took his
liquor all along. But it's bad, and thank God
that my boys don't touch IT,"
He took drink sat down, and, after time, said .
"Our relations with printers, now, and literary
merit doesn't enter into the transaction"
One OF the neighbors, who came from Emryville,
the next evening after the colonel and | had
returned to our work, brought me letter from
Fred.
al don't care whether the world keeps on or not !"
were the letters opening words. "Pm tired What
do you think? asked that girl to have me, and
she said she was engaged to fellow that raises
fruit That settles it with me. II there ever was
q heart broken man in this world, Pm him. |
don't see why should have such Internal luck. |
am n. g., reckon. | never saw as pretty girl in
my life, and to think that she is going to marry a
man that raises fruit Pll bet he's a clod- hopper,
too. Sometimes | think women amt got any
sense. could give that girl good home, but, no,
she must marry a man that has to raise fruit.
read a long account of your fight. am sorry you
and Boyd fell out. He's good fellow II you hit
him right. He learned me how TO swim a long
time ago But it's all over now, for | am cast
down wish had you here. Don't say anything
about it. Glad to know that you are game. |
don't know how long Pl stay here. There is MOTH
ing left but darkness on the face OF the earth for
me. was reading book about young fellow in
the army that had funny Irishman named Mickey
with him, and liked it, but it's all over now
"Yours, FRED"
The next day was Sunday and, while eating
rather late breakfast we heard the dogs whining
and yelping on the gallery; and, moment later,
we were greeted by Henry Osbury. He had, upon
coming back from visit to Louisville, heard of my
return, and without stopping to see how his bust
ness affairs were getting Che slyy winked at me
upon making this announcement), FASTENED to his
fathers house. We talked of that awful night at
the Jail, and for the third time since my return,
related my experience among the rugged hills Of
Tennessee. LUCILLE who had professed such
amusement in the vagsries of the Order family,
did not even smile when, at some length and, l
thought, with not little ingenuity, dwelt upon
their oddities and in proof that she not even
interested in my recital, she frowned slightly when
mentioned the close attention which Miss Hatton
had paid me during my illness.
"What do you want?" the colonel asked, turning
to negro who had appeared at the dining room
door.
"Mr. Buck is out ter de gate, sab"
DWELL, you 60 back and tell him that If he don't
want to get hurt he'd better stay away from here
"Now, Remington, !" said Mrs Osbury, "don't talk
that way"
"Well, now, he shan't come into this house, Pll
tell you that right now"
whats the matter2" Henry asked.
"Why, you know of his hurrahing dramatic COM
pany business. Trying to haul Lucille around ss
actress! Tell him if he comes in this house I'll
hurt himl"
"Yas, sab" the negro replied, "but he say he
hongry, sah."
"HuDgry !" the colonel exclaimed.
"Dat's whit he say"
"Well go and tell him to come in here and get
something to eat %