Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1890-01-31
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"Who said I yTasn'tH

w 10 said WASN'T
81 supposed as much from your words"
eyer dida Wal, I s'pose I'm tier fellow
whut owns Their shebalg, ef ANYBODY does"
YES Well, can you direcs me TO Hiram
Jenkins house?s'
81 reckon So"
please do so, then"
''Air yer goin' over ter Eram'ss"
eyes,
cHain't no kin ter hilns"
"No,n
allowed mebby yer wuz. Yer know ina,
reckon?"
''Never saw him."
'sNeverl S'pose yer got er little business
with i'm, then!'
.sYesn
Don't want ter by any lam, ner nothin'
like that?"
Mo-
allowed mebby yer did Hain't goin' ter
make er 'pintment ter preach over to ther
Coon Run neetin' houseg'
mo, l am not a preacher"
Lowed mebby you WIZ. Don't want ter
git ther skule, | Teckon!'
mo; nothing OF the sort"
''Yas l didnh know bat yer did. Hain't
got 10 notion or buyin' HEan,'s hawgs,
hav yen
"No"
"sUmph, huh. Lowed mebby yer he'd.
Reckon yer hain't thinilin' nothin' er tradin'
i'm out O that Gle sorreI plug o his'ns'
No; I'm not IN the buying or trading bust
ness Please direct me, tor I'm in something
of hurry
"Air, ehs Poorly pressin' business,
reckon, that fotch yers'
Yes, very
sWouldn't like ter say what it isT'
81 have no objection at all l am the sher-
if, and / came out to summons Mr.. Jenkins
to serve on the grand jury"
''Goshainity, stranger, air that er fack?"
Certainly
"Wsl, by gum. this air er big day fer me.
Say, l come 'uthin one err goin over ter ole
Becket;'s mill nth er turn this mornin'. By
gosh, but it us fortnit didn't. AM yer thef
shore 'nough, rale sherfR!"
Eyes"
''Haint playin' no trick on meY"
''Of course not"
oval, by gum, eff this haint er day what
IN alters be proud Of. Stranger, don't
doubt yer word, but it do seem too good ter
be SO. An yer ac1ly ther sheriff kiSse'fg'
''Why, yes. But what do you mean9"
''Say, its better'n goin' ter log roiiin' er
er house raisin'. I'd like ter see old Squar
Eeeson try ter crow over me now, an talk
s!-oout Their time when be rid On tier cyars.h
Whats the matter with your
why, stranger, this is ther bigges' day o
my life. Here wus ssttin' up thar on ther
fence, never er dream!n' O nothin' good q
hapnin, an the fust thing knowed up node
ther sheriff an gun ter talk with me. Say,
kin l shake hams nth yer?'
''Of course"
oval, eff that hain't FORUM nothin' hain't,
Wait er bit till l call ther ole oman, wiz
yer!"
Il must be going"
sit won't take eT mint, an itn grieve ther
ole oman moutily eff she fins 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 shade Of
disappointment in his face
Say" he exclaimed, ''ther ole 'o.nana
poked Off over ter ole Hankin's ter deIned
ole wool pickin' an missed ther bigses' chance
O. 'er life. 'Tain't lnore'n er mile over thar.
Would it be AKIN too much fer you ter wait
till run over an fosched 'er!7
Il haven't time"
''Im dinged sorry for that Their ole
't,manu grieve awful. Mebby yer could stop
es yer come back"
Couldn't possibly"
''By jinks, it's too bad. Pm afreed it'll
nigh erbout Kill ther ole oman when She's
heern ov it
81 can't wait here any longer
oval, say, when yer up here ergin stop an
Lit ther ole oman see yer, will yee'-New
York Tribune.