Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1891-05-27

understand each other, Tai, don't wei
You understand all my foolin' and skv.
larkin', don't you? Tai, oh, Tall She
was fastening down the slope toward
the wild plum bushes. "Don't sa,
anything" he shouted. "Don't for i,
you do there'll be trouble"
"What's the matter, little grip" Bill
asked that evening, as he was eatin,
his supper.
"Nothin'."
"You don't pear to be as bright
usual"
81 thought was"
"But you amt. Thar's some nev
calico in my saddle-bags that'n max.
you as putty dress as you ever seed
Got red and yaller spots on ii tina
shlnes IKE "a sunfiower. Look mere,
little gal, thar's somethin' the matter
with you, and you needn't say thar
amt. Come here now" He showed
his chair back from the table and took
her upon his lap. "You know thurs
somethin' wrong, now, and you air Jest
tryin' to fool me. L haven't done
nothin' to hurt your feelin's, have II"
"No."
"Then what is the matter? Oh, don't
cry that way" She sobbed on his
shoulder. "You'll make me think that
/ amt the right sort of husband, if
you keep on. Mebbe, amt too. I'm
gittin' old and grizzly, and l amt
good lookin' nohow, while you pear
to git pulitzer and pulitzer every day."
"Bill," she said, putting her arms
around his neck, ''you mustn't talk
you mustn't think that way. You are
the best man that ever lived, and if
you'll promise not to get mad Pll tell
you what ails me-"
"Why, law me, child, couldn't get
mad if | wanted to.n
| She told him. He sat for a few
moments in silence of deep medita-
ton, and then, with a Frightening
countenance, said:
| "Why that amt nothin' to git mad
about child. It's all right; and let me
tell you that any man after seein' you
q few times is bound to love you and
l reckon he would be willin' to run
away with you. Why, bless my life,
I'd run away with you in mint, Ell
haw, haw! No, indeed, honey, you
kain't blame the feller for that"
"And you won't say anything to him
about it?''
claw me, child, I'll never mention
it to him; never in the world, so don't
give yourself no uneasiness about
that"
A chilling rain was falling. Sever
al men, including Ned Royston, were
sitting in Bob Talbot's store.
"Yander comes Bill Hempsey," said
Talbot, looking out. Ned Royston
moved uneasily in his chair.
"Helloa, men!" Bill shouted, as he
stepped up into the door and began to
stamp the mud off his feet. "Sortel
saft outside. Hi, Bob, glad to see you
lookin' SO well. Hi, Ned, and hi, al
hands !"
"We're always glad to see you, Bill,
Ned spoke up, ''fur we know that you
allus fetch good hpmor along with you.
Don't make no diffunce how rainy OIL
how dry-no diffunce whuther the
corn's clean or in the grass-you all
allus the same"
"Glad you think so, Ned"
awe all jine him in thinkin' So" said
Talbot,
Much obleeged." He stood leaning
against the counter and, moving hi:
hand carelessly, touched a rusty cheese
knife. bob, what do you keep such
q onery-looking knife as this for?"
"Sharp enough to cut cheese with,
reckon" Bob answered.
eyes, but that's about all. Hand me
that whetrock over thar and let me
whet the point. Blamed if / haven't
got to be doin' somethin' all time
Wall, fellers, l seed suthin' 'tothel
week while I was down in Knoxville
that laid over anything 1 ever did see
before. l went to the theatre. Ever
at one, Ned?"
"No, don't b'Iieve was"
"Wall, now, if you've ever been a
one you'd know it," Bill replied, in
dustriously whetting the point of the
knife. "Why, it knocks school ex
hibition sillier than scorched pup.
never did see sich a show"
"Any hosses in it?' Bob Talbot
asked.
"Oh, no, it all tuck place in house
I'll tell you how it was (still whetting
. the knife). 1t was playin', regular
pretendlike, but it looked mighty nat
raj. 1t pears that ruther old fellel
had married ruther young Che pu
the milestone on the counter) apower
full putty gal, too. Wall, one time
when the old feller want about the
house, young chap that had wanted
to marry her a good while before, h
came in and got to talkin' to her, ant
the upshot was that he wanted her Il
run away with him"
"No," said Bob Talbot.
"Yes, SIR" continued old Bill
s.wanted her to run smack smootl
away with him. Wall, she told he
husband, but he sorter laughed, he did
and lowed that he didn't blame tn
Teller much. But the fun comes afte
this. The old feller-stand up here
Ned, and let me show you. Hang it
stand up; don't pull back like shyin
hoss. The old Teller got him a knit
3 bout like this and he went into room
whar the young feller was. Now yo1
: stand right thar. He walks in thi
way, and neither of them says word
9 but stood and looked at each other
l'bout like we are doin', but all at ono
I the old Teller lifts up the knife this wa
l and-thar, you damned scoundrel!"
: He plunged the knife into Ned Roys
=. toms breast-buried the blade in tn
e fellows bosom, and, as he pulled
out, while Royston lay on the hoo
h dead, he turned to his terror-stricke
u friends and exclaimed:
"He wanted my wife to run ava
with him, boysl If you wanter han
= me. I'll tie the rope. You don't? The