The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1892-01-29

marked the Old Settler, quietly, shut
ting Peleg of. Its a good thing. an
we pay consid' able taxes hirin' school
marms to give the young idee p'ints in
spellin' n writin', n figgerin', n jog
gerry, n so on n so forth, ct cettery.
But wen it comes to gIvin' the young
idee p'ints th't makes its poor oil gran
'paps out to be p'waricators o. the truth
m shyers outen the way o. facts n
fggers in nat'ral hist'ry, then it strikes
me pooty hard th't eddication is bitin'
of more'n it kin chaw, n it'll hear
from me, b'gosh, at the mex town
meetin'-'
The Old Settler breathed hard for
awhile, and Peleg remained silent
busying himself meanwhile in a sly eff
fort to inveigle the cat into one of his
grandfather's boots, which lay near
the hearth. He might have succeeded,
but the Old Settler drew Peleg's atten-
ton away by resuming the converse
ton.
$50 this here William Tell were q
two-headed bar with only one eye too.
were hep" said he.
Peleg would have liked to laugh, but
the Old Settler looked so ominously
serious that his grandson restrained, his
mirth, and related to his grandfather
the story of William Tell When Peleg
told how Tell shot the apple from his
boys head the Old Settler was worked
up TO the highest pitch, and he slapped
his hand on his knee and exclaimed:
Bully boy, William! what q chap
he'd "a been at some o. them oil Sugar
Swamp shootin' matches! He'd "a won
ev'ry durn turkeyr'
Yes, gran'pop." said Peleg, but
william Tell amt sol There never
was such a man. nor such a tyrant, my
teacher says"
"Wull, dino. Peleg," said the Old Set
tier. That's powerful good shootin,
that's so. n mebbc it's stretched little.
but it don't seem to me th't any body
could go N make up setch a yarn ez
that outen the hull cloth don't see
how they KID hev the face to do it II
yer teacher says th't Their hain't no
truth in this here story bout William
Tell, it'd be jis' like her, b'gosh. to say
that Potiphar Jump, n Patty Beeler,
N Patty's pap. n the five dollar gold
piece, hain't so! 'Twouldn't s'prise me
a bit!'
"Who was they, gran'pop?" asked
Peleg.
"Wull, sonny, OIL Ben Bceler KEEP
store wunst at Sugar Swamp" replied
the Old Settler. Patty were his dar-
ter, n nice gal she werel Nobody
never KID git it through EN- how she
KID be OF Ben's darter, fer he were
sourer thin the inside of a lemon n
crosser thin a sick bar. Potiphar
Jump were Xix ely young chap ez
didn't hev many 'arthly belongin's,
but wat he did hev were o. the best
Tha want a better rifle in the hull
deestric' thin his'n, n all other bar
dogs want much better'n coon dogs
wen his oil dog Belcher were around.
Ez fer handlin' that rife o. his'n-wull.
wat he p'inted it at had to come down.
wuther it were settin', flynn or gallop-
in.
"Potiphar thort a heap o. that ride
n that dog O. his'n, but they had to
take back seat wen it kim to Patty
Beeler. He had great big heart
Potiphar did. but it were all Patty's,
n Patty had traded her heart fer it
But oil Ben Bccler had his eye on
SOM body else th't he wanted Patty to
hitch to. n he snapped n growled n
turned ev'rything into vinegar ev'ry
time Potiphar kim round One day,
arter Potiphar had asst OF Ben fer
about the hunderdth time to let him
hev Patty, the oil man snapped:
-" See here, consarn "! he says, I'll
tell v at III do. Now they tell me
y kin cut things pooty close with that
rife o your'n,' he says. All right he
says If you'll hit fivc-dollar gold
piece with yer rife at hunderd yard,
he says, the gals your'n-'
''Or Ben had funny grin on his
sour face ez he said that to Potiphar,
but Pouiphar didn't mind it, fer he
know'd it d be ez easy fer him TO
pink five-dollar gold piece at hun
dcrd yard ez IL d nc fer him to hit q
bar. So he took oil Ben up right on
the spot, n they sot a day fer the
shootin'. The day kim around, n
everybody from the hull s'roundin' ken
try were thar TO see Potiphar shoot fer
Patty. OF Ben took out mis- five-dollar
gold piece n walked to the post whar
it were to be put, n then wat do y
think he done? He sot the five-dollar
gold piece with its edge lords Poti-
phar!
Ben kun back 'mongst the crowd
GRIMM uglier than anybody had ever
seen him grin afore. n everyone said
it were all up with Patty n Potiphar
Patty were thar, n she jist wilted
right down wen she see wat her pap
had done, fer how KID she s'pose th't
Potiphar KID shoot a hundred yard n
hit the thin edge of fve-dollar gold
piece th't he KID hardly see if il were
turned full face lords him. But Poti-
phar were CT cool ez a cowcumb be-. II
he'd been gointcr shoot at the side Of a
barn fer dollar a shot he couldn't "a
ben no cooler. He hauled up to draw
bead on the mark, wen an idee hit him
n he let his gun drop. He draw'd the
load outen his rifle. Then he took out
his knife n broke half of its blade of.
He rammed that down on his powder
"'Jeewhizz" said everybody. OF