Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1889-03-13

afoot- Il tell yer know ter er mats
heel whar he hides, fur seed his gal
go TAR onct with his viddnlts. It's
eroout feedin' time now. am I'll bet
she's thar
At turn of the path they met the
girl.
'Whst'ider tell yer?' exclaimed
Sniftles, MS mouth wide open in eager
expectancy OF the treat In store He
was chewing tobacco, and the spIttle
tracing rivulets down each side OF his
frosty jowl met beneath his chin and
flowed in one common stream to the
ground.
We'll, sissy said the Captain, a
young fellow, with face as smooth as
Sissy's and almost as fair, "I've got
youi''
Il didn't know you wanted me- she
replied, stopping short and holding her
breath
4 mean to know where your daddy
hides, and I'm goin' to get him.
Yes, SnIffiss broke in, "we've treed
the coon at last
She nswered with look that caused
the old fellow to wipe the tobacco Juice
from his Gilman unusual act for
him.
'You'n fetch i'm by home when you
do ketch imp she asked, addressing
the Captain
Yes, sissy
Can l 60 homer
"
Don't let 'er go. interposed Snifies.
They give i'm all kinder warnIn's by
blown er horn.'
IN lead the way, then,' said sissy,
turning about and walking ahead.
They had scarcely gone more than
hfty yards when the girl stepped quickly
behind big red elm. and picking up a
hunters horn that lay hidden under
the leaves, blew a loud, short blast.
The branches OF a distant tree shook,
the leaves rustled, and a man glIded
down its trunk and disappeared.
You confounded little huzzyIn
shouted Sn. flies, and he slapped her
face with his open hand, which was as
wide and as hard as board.
You Internal old heathenp replied
the Captain, with a blow that sent
Snitllss rolling down the hill till a fall
ing log stopped him.
All right, Cap'n,' he whined, 'the
iig's up. Sac give the signal, I'll bet
on it, an Fin Crownover's beyant the
sarch Nv the devil hisself.'
But SnIffies' wager was correct. tt e
cOnscript was gone.
The sun had set on the battlefield of
Franklin. Dead and wounded lay so
thick there was scarcely any stepping
room between. A man prowled along
in the darkness, stopping now and then
and examining body.
If you find anything, divide,' said
one in whose pockets he put his
hand
'Cap'n Rswlins, by iiIgop muttered
Sniffi-s lit was hel, as lie shambled of
as fast as he could.
'I'll I'm i'm eff he's on ther groun','
said another man, some hours after, as
he walked along lantern In hand.
who's thiSP It's hum shorel Cap'n,
air yer dead? Whar yer shot?'
I'm not dead, but my thigh Is
broken. What you doin' heTer'
'Lookin' fur you. l node you wuz
In the fight; and ever sense sissy toie
me how you slapt ole Snifflss down the
hill 1 swore I'D sarve you ef 1t ever
come nigh me ter do it. I'n hf' you
inter my waggin an jes' take yer home
haln't in no danger now; the Conreds
hain't huntin' conscrips no more,'
The Captain is forty years old now.
Sissy is thirty. Her pluck and devo-
ton, as well as her beauty, charmed
him, and he gave way to the spell and
married her. The horn, attached to
sllken string, hangs by silver nail
over the mantel-piece; and when Fin
Crownover looks at it he calls his
daughters eldest, girl of ten, and
says:
'Ef il hadn't been fur that hon an
er little gal erbout your size, TWEEN y
| years ergo, the chances air I'D er been
/ er sort NV or soldier. But one hghtin'
man IL ernuff in one family, an Yer
pappy's sword hangin' over thar is Ell
good offset ter the hon. I'm glad
that they're both jes' ez they is; fur, if
they had never been er tall, wy, you
wouldn't be here, and then what 'ud
do?'