Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-11-27

he, 'an' nothin's beauty won't sell it." He sowed turnips in the fence corners. He lifted water from tho we'll with a pole to which a bucket was attached by leather strap. A hat generally lasted him decade. A straw one which he found In the woods at oamp-meeting he wore three years. Then he did not throw it away.
 A hound pup playfully tore it to pieces one afternoon. He killed the pup with pine knot, skinned it, sold the hide for six bits, and had his wife con vert the carcass into soap-grease. But he was good-natured and hearty, with face smooth and red as sunburnt ap- pie, a watery mouth, blue, humid eyes, and nose like wild-goose plum. His ] laugh was almost inaudiblc-but ear nest, for it shook him all over. His daughter, Cinthy, loved . lawyer They were discussing the situation at l dinner. She was a wholesome, meek l looking little girl, with yellow hair and ] pale blue. bashful eyes, the counterpart of her mothe who sat quiet and thought 1 full at the head of the table. ''Taint no usen talkin' ter me erbout l havin' that spindle-shanks uv or Walter Burton meanderin' erroun' these prem ises, fur 1 won't have it. Look at Molly Morgan. She married CT lawyer, an her daddy's got him an her an three brats ter purvide fur. Er lawyer ain't wuth l1illin', fur sich carcusses won't sell fur nuthin'.'
 ''But, pappy," said Cinthy, "Tom Nor gan and Mir. Burton are two very differ ent people,"
 l ;,,.t lazy ter wuck, they're sutton ter turn | out wuss-steal some pusson outen house an homc."
 "Mammy," said Cinthy, when the old man had saddled his horse and rode to town to collect debt, which he pro- posed to "shake outen" the fellow who owed it, as a better means than Claw ing over it-''pappy's good an smart, but he don't know ever thing. He's is- taken about Walter. Walter ain't rich, but he would be too proud to take cent 1 from pappy if we were to marry.' "Naal," replied tho mother, ''p'rhaps he'll sec some good in i'm an change his mind. But he's sot ergin i'm now, an you can't do nothin' but wait.
 Old Nath. hitched his horse at the public track" and walked down the street.
 ''Good morning, Colonel,' spoke Bur- ton, as he passed that gentlemans of- fec. Burton's legs were thin, and his faco long and white. Old Nath., under ordinary circumstances, would have pitied him; now he felt indignant.
 '1 fiji in the war, young feller, but went clean through ez CT privit. So wer'n't CT Colonel then, an ain't now.'
 ''Excuse me-" replied Burton. The term is so common, I spoke it thoughtlessly. Yet, it is truly ono of respect, and means much.
 l take it that the custom of giving military titles to men in civil life has a direct significance. He who, by ind ustry and energy, succeeds in life-as you have, for instance-is naturally spoken of with deference by all people. Then what more natural than that military term, which was in war times an honor able one, and which custom still holds
 to, should be used to mark that defer
 ence?"
 "Waal, we won't quar1 over it, said
 old Nath.. seating himself on the gallery
 and leaning against a post.
 'Come in and have a seat, MT. Doyle, 2
 Burton insisted.
 'NO, l l1kc ter lean cTS1u er post
 Confoun' CT town hog" he exclaimed, as
 two razor-backs ran by, the foremost
 with a watermelon rind in it's mouth
 "You couldn't fatten one on CT hunnerd
 bushels uv corn"
 By the way, Mir. Doyle," said Bur
 ton, "I was crossing your range in the
 Caney bottom yesterday, and saw some of the finest hogs-well, they beat any thing I ever did see. l wager one will
 weigh five hundred pounds"
 ''Gimme yer fist, young feller," he cried, rising and taking the lawyers proffered hand. "Tobe Singletree of
 fered ter bet me the biggest one won'1 weigh over four hundred, but l kno% better. Betten's CT fools argument, but
 l tole him I'd put my hoss ergin hisr that it 'ud pull within twenty-five u,
 five hundred, either way. I'll kill e1 passel uv 'em on Thanksgivin' Eve, e1 the weather's favorable. Tobe's goin ter marry Cinthy nex' Christmas time e:
 he ken make the necessary errange
 ments with her, an think he kin-se l reckin' ef I do lose or gal I'll win e1 , hoss. Thar goes CT man 1 wanter see.' And he tumbled from his seat and
 waddlcd briskly away.
 l Inc news aDOuD O1nbny Lnaue buTCOI paler than usual. He loved her, and il , l may have been unmanly, but he did it. went into his office and cried.
 The weather was clear and cold. Or the spring branch, in two-acre pen, the ! hogs were s'corralled." Tobe Single tree was there, pert, quick-spoker young man, with deep-set eyes and . sandy goatee; Zed Cants was there, : } mildewed youth of nineteen, dressed 1T .. high-vater suit of red jeans, on which :, fingered distressing flavor of turpen tine whisky. Old Natb. was there. The prize bar:ow was the last to b< immolated. ''Now, Zed," said Nath. } "you say you're or good shot, an ez kill r the others, sposen you fotch this ur down."
 "All rite"
 He fired. The hog threw up his head
 and snorted.