Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-10-25


thir gals. its all bosh, 1t 'ud jes be
the spilin' ov 'em for work. They
doan' have no need NV no pianer, an
they won't get none.
Mrs. SHRIMP saw that it was use
less to argue with Slime, so she re-
Trained from saying more, and the
next morning early, he rode over to
Bob Herrington's to loan the money
he received for the hogs.
Simon Shrimp was we'll to do. and
every year he had reaped rich har-
vests from his many broad acres of
productive land. But so far as his
family was concerned he might as
well have been the poorest man in
the settlement. He never had any
money to spare Tor the purchase OF
Injuries, and even the little that
even went for absolute necessaries
went so grudgingly as to make it
painful Her wife felt herself fortu-
nate if she possessed print gown fit
to wear in church, and the boys and
girls had long ceased to go out in
company for the want of desired APP
parel. All of Skrimp's money went
for more land, or into the hands OF
the Herringtons.
Six months passed away since
Skrilnp sold his fatted hogs, when
one day while he was engaged in re-
roofing his naked old barn, Squire
Beeson rode up ana said;
''Mornin' Sine"
How're Squire"
"Have We heard the news, Since"
'No; what news?"
! "Erbout them Herringtons.
NO, huin't." Slime said, turning
suddenly pale with an unconscious
dread. ''What erbout 'em?"
oval, it's er bad piece NV business,
femme tell We, an many er bones
mans a-goin' ter suffer from it. =
Then the squire stopped, and
squirting one eve, very deliberately
chewd away on his tobacco, while he
left Scrimp agonizing on the rack o
suspense.
"What is it man." Simon demand
ed, speak out.
.'Ther long an Their short Nv it is
them Herrington's is busted higher
ner er kite.
Down went Skrimp's hammer, bu
in his excitement he missed the mai
and hit his thumb squarely, smash
ing it almost into a jelly.
Dye reckon it's so?" he gaspet
when he was recovered from tn
shock.
"Yas, reckon it air." the SOUR
went on eoolly. Yesterday | wa
down to the county seat, an heerl
them talkin NV it on every corner
an Their lawyers waz er flynn erbou
like later bugs on hot skillet. The
J hain't no doubt NV it, Slime, es hol
they he'd borryed o you | thought i
proper ter ride over an let yer know
But Their LAM" Simon said, al
them acres"
, fYas, | know, but thet's kline
t er mortgaged an decided aroun
: among themselves an their wives
I till there hain't no doin' nothin' wit
r it. Leastwise their creditors can
t tech it."
a Simon Shrimp got down to I'll
ground in some way though he coul
i never tell afterwards how All tha
. day he felt like one in a dream, an
for years after, that time rose up b
D fore him as horrid nightmare.
{ 1t was several days before he We
t able to ride, but when he felt equi
to it he had horse saddled, an
rode over to Bob Herrington's. I
Oh INT hr,
4 told to wait until Mr.. Herringto
i: came up from dinner. 1t was a GOO
3 halt hour that Slime had to wait, an
- in the meantime his eyes wandere
q about the richly furnished rooms.
t ''These fine fixin's," he unused, "a1
J. bought with my money. Them cas-
s chairs, an that cyarpet, my none
. paid fer An, them pictures, to-
e and that pianner, I've been humpi
d myself day in an day ont, year art,
year, a making and savin' mono
II jest SOS Bob Herrington's wife al
/ gals could have all them poorly thing
n while Liza an my gals has never ha
v nothin'."
/ Bob Harrington came in at las
o as smiling and as affable as "
| please.
r "Good morning, Mr.. Shrimp"
e said, Il am glad to see you. / hei
# you have not been WELL"
It "No, ] amt been very well lately
70 "Well, what can ! do for you t
t day Mr. Skrimp?"
81 rode over" Shrimp began
e say, "to see about that money"
n Eyes, yes, ] am glad you came, b
II you see we are not in a position
+" do anything now. The matter is
h the courts and will be adjusted
time. All you can do is to wait
Is And before Mr.. Shrimp hardly real
n ed it he was gently worked out
h the room and the door closed aft,
e. him.
j, As Shrimp rode slowly along I
d: his homeward way, he fell to ponde
a ing very seriously over what ht
7e transpired the last few days and
er last lie asked himself:
lt "What is n Teller fer do. with