The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-01-20
A Big Day for Him
FroIa ~ Ve,r VorI. Trib,fns

From the Nelg York Tribune.
EXCELSIOR SPRINGS No., Dec. 19.-Last week
t1e sheriff went Up into the. Postum Ridge set
tiemenI, and as ne neared an old-tims log farm
house with a mud chimney, he saw an old fel-
low sitting the top OF the Tail fence that
stood between the yard and the road. and rein
ing up his horse he acc0sted him with;
Good morning, sir.
'Mornln', stranger"
DO you live heres''
81 stay here. mostly"
Then YOU are not the gentleman that owns
the places''
Who said wan'te''
Il supposed as much from your words.
Yer did, Wal ] s'pOse I'm Their fellow whut
owns Their shebang, ef anybody does"
Yes Wen, can you direct me to Hiram
jenkins house:'
Il reckon SO, ~
please do so. then
Air re goin over ter Hiram's?''
.'Hain't no kin ter him:"
Lowed mebby yer wuz Yer know i'm
reckon:"
Never saw him."
Never? S'pose yer got er leetle business
wuth i'm. them"
Yes"
Don't want ter buy his Ian, ner nothin' like
NO"
Lowed mebby yer did. Haint goin' ter
make er ointment ter preach over to Their Coon
Run meetin' hOusey'
Il
&" Lowed mebby you wuz. Don't want ter git
Their skule, | reck ny
No; nothing Of the Sort
"Y.s. didn't know but yer did. Haint got
no notion er buyin' Hiram's hengs, hav yer"
No"
"Umpb, huh Lowed mebby yer had.
Reckon yer haint thilkin' nOthin' er tradin'
i'm out o that ole sorrel plug o. his n.y.
NO; I'm not in the buying or trading bust
ness. Please direct me. for I'm in something of
a hurry"
Air, Ell: Poorly pressin' business, reckon,
that fotch yer:"
Yes very"
Wouldn't like ter say what it is?'
Il have no objection at all. am the sheriff,
and | came out to summons MIR. jenkins to
serve on the grand jury"
'GoshamiUy, stranger, air that er fack?"
Certainly"
wal. by gum, this air err big day fer me-
Say, | come uthin one er gon over ter ole
| Beckett's mill nth er turn this mornin'. By
| gosh, but it us fortnit didn't An yer Their
shore 'nough, rale sheriff."
''Hain't payin no trick on me'''
| of course not"
Wal. by gum, eff this baint er day what I'll
alters be proud Of. Stranger. don't doubt yer
| word, but it do seem too good ter be So An
| yer ackly the sheriff hissef:"
| Why, yes. But what DO you mean:'
Say, it's bettern goin' ter a log-rolln er er
| house ralsln. I'd like ter see old SQuar Beeson
| try ter crow over me now, an talk erbOut Their
| time when he rid on ther cyars.
what the matter with your
Why, stranger, this is Their bigges' day O. my
| life. Here / wus a settn up thar on the fence
never dreamin' o. nothin' good hap'nin an
| the fust thing knowed up rode Their sheriff an
| gun ter talk wife me. Say kin / shake hans
| nth yer:''
"Of course
wal, eff that han't FORUM nothln' hain't.
Wait er bit till call Their ole oman, will yer:"
Il must be going"
1t won't take er mint, an it'n grieve ther
| ole oman moutily eff she fms out I've seed yer
an she didn't. Jes wait er secon'"
The old man disappeared into the house but
shortly returned alone with a shade of dsap-
| pointment in his face.
| Say he exclaimed, 'ther ole oman poked
of over ter ole Hankins ter a derned ole wool
pickin an missed Their bigges' chance o. 'er
life. 'Tain't more er mild over thar. Would
it be akin too much fer you ter wait till run
ever an fetched 'er?'
Il haven't time"
I'm dinged sorry for that Their ole 'oman'll
grieve awful Mebby yer could stop es yer
come back"
Couldn't possibly"
by jIns, it's too bad I'm afeerd it'll nigh
erbout kill Their ole oman when she's heern ov
it."
II can wait here any longer
wal, say, when yer up here ergin stop an
lit Their ole oman see yer, will ye?"