Smyrna times., 1891-02-04

no" eI ne decides agin me I'll 'whup ,i,r
I'll Vhe folks will think he has beer
cha%ed up and spit up by a thresbin'
And as fur me, ," said Job. 'srn NOR,
delighted with the idee bnt ios+ L. ~ - =
say tnat ef he decides agin me I'll WALTON
nlm Till you'd have to get him together
with a hay rake" o''-0i
"Gentlemen," the parson remarked
Snail render no decision, I am vor1
wen satisfied with my position in life
my circuit IS comparatively smooth. and
nave pretty good horse; my salary is
tagging, but the sisters have given me
nlnety-eight linsey shirts. and calico
handkerchiefs enough to cover the RocIy
OF ages; SO, taking it all into considera-
Iion' do not care to be food for dvs-
Peptic thrashing machine, or To cIoo H.
teeth OF hay rake"
An Lawd," " sighed the old man. otbe
end amt no nearer in sight than it was
at fust. Judy, fetch out the Jug" be
aooed, as the preacher said something
IN an undertOne. "Now, boys" he con.
unued, when the jug had been broupbt
"he'p yo'selves." e-''
:. Inc boys being mighty partial toward
uquor' began to help themselves. The
oid mar took few pulls and the parson
damPened his pucker, but the bows drank
reckiessly, and after a while thew were
generously intoxicated.
Job'" said Mark, I'm the best friend
you ever had. You may have judy"
Marx" Job responded, ''you ain't no
Detter friend to me than am to Won On
you take her" ~
Won't do it; you've got to take her" "
mo; you've got to-"
NOW, we can call on the parson m
decide" the old man delightfully."- ex-
claimed.
That's what we can, said Mark. ssPar-
son, you pick out one of us to be the bns.
Dand OF Judy, here, an want to say
night here that Jobs my friend, an that
II you decide agin' him I'll larrup Won tin |
you'd run through a SITTER"
Farson, I'm in favor of your maxim a
decision" Job declared; "and am will |
I'm TO leave it to your Judgment; but let |
me tell you right now, parson. if Won do.
eide agin Mark I'll whale you till all that
Is left of you would ooze through tow
sack" . ""
Gentlemen, said the preacher .as1
just now remarked, I am not at all dc
pleased with my circuit am attached
70 my nlnety-eight linsey shirts, and have
become smitten with my calico handJ1er-
chiefs. shall make no decision"
Mark and Job began to stretch them
serves on the floor. 'Let them sleep."
sad the old man. "Ho, me-" he sighed
Il don't see no way outen this trouble ="
i do" the preacher answered; "sten
outdoors with me-"
When they returned the old man said.
Judy, decision has been made Won
must marry the preacher. Hold on now
loh @ ny OIL He'd do better by you than
any one of the boys. Why, Jest think
hes got calico handkerchiefs enough 70
make more bedquilts than YOU couId
'tuit into hired mans appetite and
every woman in the community vvo,,Id
De"- "Ouiu
yested. -0-' 'ue I
An expression of delighted resignation {
hone on the girls face. i
Il will make out the license and do
he marryin' myself" said the old man t
y uont be skeered now; I'll fix the |
'Oys all right /
Mark awoke, and getting up, aroused r
OBJ. Squire" said Mark, 1--WE got a =
lttle too much of your ticker. Where v
i'd you get it?" -'' h
That preacher that was here sent IL
o me the other day."
wall, he knows what STRONG Iickar
); don't he, Job?" r
That's whut he do, Mark" Jobaddad. .
1 don't know how we air goin' to fix mn =
MS love business" Il Il
Neither do l. Where's Judvp" 4
ITS well you may ask whar she is. W
men you driv' her off in that wav." an.
Vered the old man. Il
who driv' her offy' Job exclaimed. 0,
Why, you and Mark thar, when I beg ",
"a you not to drink so much, but YOU h,
ant pay no attention to me. You swore IL
Doth OF you-that eff didn't stand up la
're and marry Judy to the preacher pI
'ud Kill all Of us, and 1 Jest had - do re
and then you driv' the bride and groom w
vay, and you ought to be ashamed of ",
D'selves." =. ~
Mark and Job remained silent, sitting ha
er the fire for an hour at least. and 90
en- Mark, looking up, said: II
Job, don't believe there's but one GG
Sger fool than l s.m." H. H.
Who's that, Mark?" - -
Both of us together" fla
. You are right, Mark. Spozen we St
inter ON down yander an fall often di;
bluff. "-Courier-Journal. JO
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