Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1891-04-17

so l hearn, said the sheriff. Say,
come over here TO take you TO Jail. "
You don't say so.
"Yas, and | want you TO so with
me-
How many men did YOU bring with
you?'
None at all, but you air going.
"Mabbe, after all these here car
tridges is shot of"
No, thought you would go with
me without having 10 waste any OF
the cartridges You know the price
Of brass and powder have riz mighty
of late"
"Oh. now here. Mark, | don't care
nothing fur expenses. | don't mind
shooting few balls into feller that
wants TO putme in jail and afterwards
hang me.
I'm glad you amt stingy, Bill
Some of the boys over at the store
said that you wa. mighty economical,
but I'm glad to see you amt. 1t hurts
a man nightly TO have it narrated
around that he is close.
Il know that. Mark, and AIN allus
trying hard to keep that charge from
being flung al my reputation.
lin pleased TO know you think so
much of yo'self. but say, | told the
boys over at Shady Grove that you
would come back with me an wish
you would.
I'd like to accommodate YOU,
Mark, but | don't feel like strollinG
to-day"
Sorry to hear that, for | told the
boys tina Id have you in Jail by II
o'clock to day.
Il wish you hadn't told them, Mark
an you oughtenter done it, fur YOU
didn't know how busy mout be.
"Yas, mebbe | done wrong, said
the sheriff. but | didn't know after
all that YOU couldn't fling aside your
business an come along with me.
The boys air all eNpectin' you.
"Yas, the boys up the river expect
ed Gineral Jackson once, but he did
not come.
so | hearn, said the sheriff, IAN
you air not comm with me-"
That's what | amt
III bet YOU sls. Bill, that you do. "
III take the bet-but i'll the mean
time if you take your arms often that
fence III drop you right in your
tracks.
That's the way | like TO hear a
man talk, Bill Say, last night the
TAILOR and his two sons went pos
sum huntin'. They called up the dogs
and they have got some OF the finest
hounds YOU ever Saw-an' here they
came with brightness III their eyes
and deep music in their voices. You
ought TO have heard them go DUNK,
DUNK, DUNK Well, they went out,
and about midnight they came back
with two of the biggest an fattest
'possums you ever saw. Well, they
dressed them right thar and then an
put them out on the top of the house
so the frost could fall on them, an
this marnun they took them down an
began to bake them along with some
sweet potatoes. Then the jailor's son
he says, says he }: Pop, we amt got
no regular wildcat Ticker to go with
these here 'possums. SO the old man,
havin' mighty eye for art, gave
jug to the young feller an told him
to go to the mountains. The young
feller went, but he couldn't find no
licker, an at last he seen an ole feller
drivin' a wagon, an when he asked
the old feller il he could get any lick
er. he swOre he didn't know nothln
about il, but, says he. IL you will take
that jug up on the hillside an put n
dollar under it, ] don't know what
might happen, but when You come
back | don't believe the dollar will be
there Wall. he went up on the
side an put u dollar under
a jug an went away, but bless yo
life. when he came back the dollar
was gone, but the jug was filed with
the best licker that had passed its
teens. An so, at dinner today they
are goin' to have them possums an
sweet potatoes an that ole Ticker
that's got bead like dew drop; an
say, the jailor says you may share the
feast"
Look here. Mark, you amt tryin'
to trife with my feelings. air you?
No: I'm tellin' the Lords truth
an say. that amt all. The Pudue
boys caught a bear down in the bot
toms. an after dinner they air goin'
TO set the dogs on him in the Jail
yard. right in full view Of your cell
Think Of that.
Look here Mark, am about con
verred, an Ill 20 with you If you'll
let me take my rifle along.
NO, can't do that, Bill, an besides
I'll have to handcuff you. 'Possum,
sweet potatops, Ticker with a bead on
it like dew drop, and bear fight in
full view Of yo' cell.
Mark" said Bill, a. he put down
his rifle, fetch on yo' handouts.
Blamed if amt with you.
Sunday Reflections.
The true heroes are those heroic in
L