The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1890-04-10

AoVor tuOuSnC ez now Ia Do
cotched," said the prisoner, sullenly.
But hit does seem hard" said old
Bigby, apologetically, ''for man ter
suffer so much-eenamos' pay with his
life fer maxim few gallons O. wild cat
liquor liker that?"
''The Government don't want it," said
the jailer, undertaking to explain the
revenue system, "but il don't want you
to have it, neither"
SWELL, now, tibet does look curious"
said old Bigby. "What kahn hit matter
ter the COMMENT? En- what" he con-
tinued, as the jailer was unable to an
swer that question, zen what's man to
do with his extray crap O. corn when he
KANT git hit to market? We uns lives
on the side O old Baldface, en- ter haul
our crap ter market costs purity nigh ez
much ez the crap is wuth. En- this year,
OWN ter one accident en- another, the
crap peter'd out O. the small cen O. the
horn. Hit didn't pay ter haul tibet leetle
bit ter market fer the mite o. money
they'd pay fer hit. En- we uns war hard
up; we had nary sugar nor coffee-jes'
bread en- little bite O. meat; en- Jack
SEE, sezzee, I haint agwine ter stend
hit, I haint; I'll jes haul the corn over
ter Stillinger's still en- turn hit inter
bug juice. Hill fotch nuff ter buy
sugar an coffee
$50 he hauled hit over thar ter the
still, every bit O. our crap we had to
spar, en- the stillers stilled hit on sheers.
The shotes, they followed Jack, en- the
rov'nno fhov fo11ou,11 a.
busted up the still, en- throwed out the
mash en- the beer, en- the whiskey, en-
away went our years crap at lick En-
wussur an all, they cotched Jack. Still
linger he got er way-he's ole hand at
the business-en the rev'nue took en-
brung Jack ter Atlanty."
Then you didn't git no sugar nor cof-
fee?" said the jailer, as old Bigby
paused.
mary drap," said he mournfully,
shaking his grizzled head, zen we lost
our leetle crap besides. But what's
sugar en- coffee ter Jack bein' tuck? Me
en- his ma en- the gals wish we uns never
heared tell O. sugar en- coffee. What's
sugar en- coffee ter Jacks a lynn thar a.
perishin' away, weaker an q baby?'
cried the old man in tremulous voice.
Here the sick mans nerves gave way
under flood of self-pity, and he began
to weep.
Thar-thar-honey," cried his IA
Their, trying to soothe him, don't ye
cry!'' He thrust his hand into the
pocket of his copperas jeans coat and
drew out gaudy red and yellow cotton
handkerchief.
LA! Lar he calculated, ''ef hain't
clean aforementioned all bout hit!
Why, honey, eff hyar hain't new hen
kercher yer ma sent ye. She saved up
all O ole Speck's aigs en- sol 'em Chris'-
mas, en- buyed hit fer ye for present,
en- she's been a-keepin' hit fer ye ever
sence.''
But the gaudy handkerchief, far from
comforting the prisoner, overwhelmed
him with home sickness.
Take hit away!" he sobbed. ''Take
hit away! Oh, ma! Oh, ma! I'll never
see ye again.
The stalwart mountaineer dashed the
gay handkerchief under the bed, and
kneeling beside his son, Graded him in
his arms as if he were baby.
THAR, now, thar, now, don't ye take
hit so to heart. Yell git we'll en- see
her yit. Pap'll nuss his boy till he sees
her. Don't! don't, my Jackie, my baby.
Oh, my Lord!' he moaned in sudden
terror at his hopelessness to comfort.
The unhappy fathers teaxs mingled
with his sons, and he vainly strove to
dry them in his blue checked handker-
chief.
The friendly jaiier's eyes filed, and
his throat swelled, and fearing he might
be swept away in the sea of woe, he
hastily retreated to the door, and
nearly knocked over the doctor, who
was entering.
"What is the matter?" said he.
''Come, come, this won't do!''
"He won't hush," said the father.
''Ef his ma was only hyar to nuss him
he'd do better.'
''Well, he must get we'll and 60 to
her. Here's something that will cure
him faster than all my medicine" and
the doctor held up the paper. ''See, the
Judge has sent you q release" and he
read it aloud. "Now, Bigby, you must
get we'll, so you can travel"
''I'll never get we'll in hyar," said the
prisoner, trying to stay his sobs. ''All
crave is . leetle sunshine on fresh
arr
SWELL, you shall have it just as soon
as you can travel"
"Pap, ye say the suns a-shinin' out
side?" said the prisoner.
SWELL, hits a-shinin' right smart, u
said Mr.. Bigby, winking the tears of
his eye-lashes.
"Yes," said he, qualifying, as it were,
his assertion, II mought say hits q.
shinin' right peart."
'En hits a-gettin' warm, hain't hit?''
asked he. ''Spring's a-comin'. hain't
hit?">
''Spring's a-comin' on" assented Mr..
Bigby. THE SHOWS done melted on
! gone, the peach trees are a-bloomin',
the Duds O the ellums en- the willows
air a-wellin', the red-buds en- naples al,
a-bloomin', the bees air a-playin' in the
sun afore Their gums, en- the young
calves air a-bleatin' in yans,or pastur', -
he said, adding bit by bit to the rural
picture as his sons hungry eyes seemed
to deuour him. The jay-birds air be-
ginnin' ter sing, on soon the voice o the
turtle will be heard in the land" he
concluded. =
Then I'll CO." said Jack, home-sicl
for q sight Of what his father had told
him.
1T will be great risk, said the doc
tor.
well, I'll risk hit. What's the use
!, o dyin' like rat in hole, in this hyel
jsil?" aid the prisoner.
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