Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-11

<I/ / l l \ \\\ \ "wHUr"! SAID BOGUS, SHORTLY. the hundred dollahs fawfeit money is hisn. That's bout it. isn't it Joep" Joe said that was it exactly. ''Is that all he said?" asked Bogus, coolly, and rubbing, his nose with his brawny fist.
 That's all hcasaitl.s1 Why nobody else wrote any things I spose he's gut a better race than he had with my hoss That's alHl-a He knowed he couldn't beat myshoss; xn he's made 8 better race fur hisn.n
 May be thaz'sfit," said the judge, with a meaning shakeof the head. But it's my opinion. sul,, that Tunnycliff won't run his best hosses agln any thing, soon. Nut soon, suh! Nut soon." ''You're clear out, judge," retorted Bogus, laughing very heartily at what appeared to me a subject totally lack ing in the humorous. You're clear out, there, judge. Tunnyclifft kin run to run ,um. Hits the way Joe says. Tunnyelifft's gut goodeel better raist than the raist agin Joe's hosst, ]" and, with another very extraordinary explosion of mirth considering the tameness of all tho remarks, Bogus went behind the counter himself and set out hi. cut-glass dccantcr and three tumblcrs.
 "Looky h-yur. Jim." said Buck Leatherwood, taking me by the arm nervously, did you h-yur whut tham fellers there's ben a sayunp" "Yes."
 Well, you come un git some supper | with me. l wawnt you to hep me watch some fcllers awhile tonight Un theas wawnt you to go to bed wimmy whur we kin talk a few dod-burned cucrcc thongs over togyuther." CHAPTER VI RAINING. Succeeding the two days of advent ure and nights of marvellous sights and sounds recorded heretofore was a whole week of wild rcvcl. Springtime as it was, there was q succession of dances and parties at old Bogus Leatherwoous such as had not been given since he sold the largest drove | of horses ever taken out of the Sand l town Circuit-anu that was threc l years ago. when Polly was just thir- l teen.
 On Saturday Buck had gone and re- turned. On Tuesday morning MT. 1 Martin had gotten back. And few | hours later Mr. Hunter Smith rode into | town, took dinner at Bogusscs, loafed | round the courthouse and the bar. room all afternoon, and then rode away again before supper.
 I'm a watchun you, my good fel. ler." Buck Lcathe:wood said, jerking g his head sidewise after Hunter Smith. 70, I'm watehun you. I've a blame notion to have i'm jerked up (arrested) fur plundern roun the bed room that night. Jim. l wawnt you"
 "But there's tho dance tonight, Buck. Blame ut / can't miss the dance,' say in the last degree oi expostulatory remembrance of my so- cial obligations.
 | Well I guess they won't be no dance to. n,orry night, shorely! Then guess we kin watch that feller the way he'd ort to be watched"
 But the next night, and the next, and the next there were dances and socials. or t'plays" as we Sandtown folks called them,
 There was dance for Mir. Martin, and one for Judge Barks, and anothei for Major Griggs, another for Joe FL let, and yet another for Bill Shipley, who had been away with MT. Martin lately; then one for Seef <Dary, and the ''wind-up" for old Bogus Leather wood himself
 What tired days of forenoon sleep ing! And what gay nights of sound ing fiddles. and inspiring '''calls," ane exhilarating scraping of new gaiter! over the hard oak floor of Bogus din ing-room!
 l Not altogether nights of unalloyod pleasure and social triumph, either There were some heart-burning a' certain acts that looked very much a: if a certain young lady preferred thu agile. agreeable and gay Mr. Martin lowell to anybody.
 l Not only so. but Judge Barks ant
 Sy Go-uns and old Major Griggs yer,
 consistently sought out Polly Leather
 wood and danced with her wheneve
 they could do so by any chance what
 ever. l think if 1t had not been fo
 Fan Go=uns, who was a very skillfu
 dancer and knew every "figure" tha
 our Sandtown fiddlers called-as vel
 as if she had invented them, bless vol