The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1890-07-10
politics. Better putt politicking till the
planets move round little. If,you peo:

politics, Better putt politlcklng Till the
planets Move round o little. If you peo.
pie are obliged to abuse somebody, let
than abuse ingalls,. He is fat off aud can
stand it. In fact, think he likes it.
We must all keep cool this kind Of
weather. I got hot myself yesterday
awfully hot-and didn't get over it for q
good while. Our little grandson Is over
here on visit, and while bis grandma
was mapping the little chap asked me to
let him ride old Molly around the lot,
and consented, for I knew that I could
watch him from the piazza where I was
writing. He meandered around the house
for awhile, and all of a sudden I missed
him, and found that he had opened the
side gate and departed these coasts to
town. I hurried on my coat and shoes
and started out in hot pursuit. It was
just O'Clock, and the sun and Mars were
in line. When I got to the square in.
quired for a scrap of 8 boy riding my
mare, and John Goode said; "Yes, he
went up Main street awhile ago like be
was shot out of a gun. The old mare had
her back up and was making it in about
three minutes to the mile and the boy
had his feet rammed up to the sockets in
the stirrup feathers"
"Oh, Lordy," thought I, "that boy
will be Killed. and hurried on With my
heart in my throat. When I passed the
livery stable I asked again, and Bob. An.
derson said yes, che vent by here and old
Molly. was Just 8 hunpin Of it. He
turned up College avenue, but you'll not
catch him unless you git on faster move
than that" With desperate energy ]
struck fox trot and kept it awhile, and
then tried sort of q buzzard lope for a
quarter of mile, and met feller who
said, yes he's gone on down the Cassville
road like he was huntin' for a DOCTOR"
About this time I caved in, and took Q
rest on the Baptist Church steps and
blowed like a porpoise Pretty soon 8
preacher came along aud said he knew
the mare, but didn't know the boy, and
his riding was like the riding of Jehu,
and he rode up and down as well as for
ward, and was pumping in the saddle
like jockey on q race track.
"I'll have to trust him to Providence -
said I. Some years ago, when his BROTH
er was little chap, I let him ride lit
tie, and he fell off and lit on his head,
and took the comatose, and the whole
family set up with him all night, and de.
clared bis brain was affected, and I got
the blame Of it. If his brain is affected,
I suppose that am still responBible, and
now here's another load for me to carry.
Mrs. Arp had no business to 60 to sleep.
She had no business having grandchil-
dren, or getting married, for all the
trouble comes on me. A city boy hasent
got much sense, nohow. No horse sense,
no common sense, but they think they
know it ally and more. There is q bigoty
streak in all my posterity, and Mrs. Arp
says they get it from me.
I kept on ruminating as I walked along
and the sweat rolled down in streaks, and
by the timeI got home the little rascal
met me with an impudent laugh and said,
"Grandpa, I beat you home by fifteen
minutes"
Well, he got big piece of my mind
as soon as I could talk and use eilanguage
appropriate, but his grandma took his
side and thought it was smart, but he
must not do it any more, and that's what
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