Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1889-08-30


dog to look out at him from the second
story window and wink. But Snap made
no appearance at a window or elsewhere.
and Hank Sphinx showed his lean hands far
down in his breeches, with:
Look r-here, Luke; l amt a-goin to
stand no foolin. want thet dog. paid
fer him fair, an do admit that he was
dern cheap dorg fer the price"
well, tarnation! Ketch the dorg an
take m away. I amt got nothin' to do
with the dorg. The dorg's yourn; take IN
away eff he's here replied Luke's high ire
BILE.
''Waal, he's here, l guess, eff he amt
hid said Hank. inconsequently. Come,
now, fetch him out'
At the same moment the door opened.
and round chubby woman, with very
black bead-like eyes and little black ring
lets, appeared. She only stood in the OPP
en- doorway long enoug to make up face
at the strange men in the door yard, ex-
claim, Land" and retire again within the
house, as if provoked beyond all desire for
discovery.
'.Marier's mad's hornit Already" laugh
| ed Enoch, s0tt0 r0ce, to the undertaken;
''an' see them men trackin' up her clean
| foor,"
| Hank Sphinx had entered the porch at the
side of the house, and Luke had followed
him. They walked the length of the porch,
which had been freshly cleaned that morn
ing, and Hank placed his hand on the latch
| of the door, when old Luke placed his hand
on him.
faint no use goin' in an upsettin' ev-
erything in this house on count of dorg."
'Leggo mel" answered Hank "Tm a.
goin' to hev thet dorg, an l caflate no one
amt goin' to stop me!'
Luke placed himself before the door
Pm a-goin' to stop any man openin'
my door an enterin' my house without
| search warrint. Yes l be-"
'Oh, you be, be yel" And Hank gave
| the old man a thrust aside. They glared
at each other. There was little sparring
for ''side hold" when quick as flash,
| the old man threw Hank over his shoulder,
| landing him good twelve PAGES on the
grass. As Hank lay there sprawling on
the tart, Luke, pale with his effort and
| with anger, shook his fist over his PROSTATE
| foe.
You'll never git thet dorg, Hank, on
less We ken wrastle bettern thet!" Then he
| put his hand suddenly to his heart. "God
| Almighty" he exclaimed, in a hoarse
whisper, as Enoch ran forward. ''Some-
pens broke inside. Run an fetch Mariar!
Some one go for the doctor! Fm-I'm-
Pm He kin hev his dorg"
| The old man sank to the floor of the
porch, and rolled over on one side,a ghast-
ly whiteness spreading over his face.
"He's dead-dead as a nit" cried Enoch,
aghast.
"No he amt" said the undertaken,
kneeling by his side. "He's only tainted.
| Hank, you run fer the doctor Mebbe it's
| a murder case. Guess yed better kinder
let the doctor know, Hank, an then yeou
| lite out, an keep hid away. I'll testify
'twan't your fault bein' throwed thet way,
but yeou he'd orter got a sarch-warrint-yes
yeou he'd"
| Hank took the hint, and went out of the
yard, much crestfallen and quaking with
fear. Although he fancied he heard dogs
| whine come out to him from the house, he
| did not stop to look back or attempt to
whistle after him, the fatal cause of all his
| trouble that day. He left word with the
| nd tn 20, IA IL
| farm on the noun tain-side, a sadder and
wiser, if dogless, man.
| The doctor worked over Luke for an
| hour. Aunt Marier, with a scared look,
made cruel and poultices, for which there
could be no possible use; but on being so
informed, only went on making more cruel
and more poultces, as ifby way of proving
| herself useful in an emergency, if for no
other reason.
Luke Judkin ''came round" After a
week he was out again, the hard, knotty
old fellow. But he was not the same man
he was 'Pears like hain't got long fer
to live" he said, with melancholy whine.
"My innards amt right. Pears my Origins
is twisted inside"
But however great the changes wrought
by his last 'wrastle" ON Luke's body and
insdes, his mental change and moral re-
generation were something astonishing.
''He amt the same cuss," said Enoch, as
he sat on his threshold, two weeks later,
with one or two farmers, and glanced
across the green. Hes sorter meachin'
an wilted down-no spunk left! Land! he
as uster be kinder feelin' round ter do
somethin' mean ter his neighbors, an make
'em feel mean ter him, why, he's turned
right round! Guess he won't live long.
No! Folks says he's paid up all his debts.
WAL, he's paid my 'count-eyery cent,
an he went an paid fer Mariers-thet's his
| fourth wife, yeou reklect?-sster's chid's
schoolin' down to Eorthfield. An eZ fer
thet derg o. hizen, Hank got him back all
right; yes, an Luke, he's tryin' fer to act
| oh the square. Why, there's Mr.. Staples
| a-comin'! Deadi Luke Judkin deada Why,
| want ter know! Thet's news! Whew"
Eyes; died half an hour ago." said the
undertaken, who came across the green to
the store with apail for ice. ''Passed away
peaceful like. Yes, yes, | were on hand;
happened so. Luke's dead at last. The
strains what killed him. Yes, looks peace
full an like saint"
81 cal'late he's saint 'nodgh now,
sighed Enoch, with a New Englanders
readiness to canonize all deceased persons
"He were wicked at times were Luke but
mostwise he wero so dern smart thet ye
he'd ter fergiv' i'm. An, wal, what eff
he did sell his dorg over dozen timesl
Want it half the dcrn dorg's fault9 Dead?
WAL, ye don't say SOP
'1t were part the dorg's fault" replied
the undertaken; "but Of | stan here a-talk
in, Luke II spile, an all thet there peace
full ind of hizen will go for naught. | never
see 4 corpse look so mild and good temper
ed. Most looks sour, Mr.. Johnson; but
Luke, he smiles away, as ef he he'd a easy
death kinder passed over the river, as they
say an larfn' an smiling good-by; an it's
jest hit the cimetery folks off right, tew,
Mr.. Johnson-jest right. Oh, We finished
off the roadways jest in time, an we shell
give Luke big funeril-as big as from
seventy five to one hundred dollars II buy |
yes"
Lukes was indeed grand funeral for
East VILLAGE There WAS some SmirkinU |