The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1892-10-15

about 1t, but the deacon only pooh
poohed! 1t was all nonsense, he said
on her part--she only imagined IL.
One day those who were WATCHING
the deacon's house saw Sam Jenkins
gong toward it with a basket in his
hand. '''-'
Inc tidings hew-the man was going
70 ms doom! He must be saved!
Mrs. Walker and Miss Splicer, and
nall dozen other women, accompanied
oy their husbands, and Parson Trotter.
hurried to the deacon's.
The deacon's wife and Sam Jenkins
were sitting before the fire, for it was
early IN the spring, eating walnuts and
apples. ''--'
It's too late! she's pizened him in
them apples" shrieked Miss Walker.
Miserable woman" said Miss Sn,;o.
er. what have you done?"
"Done?" said Mrs. Hayes. wiping her
sPectacles, in dazed sort of way
done? l guess don't understand Won
Miss Splicer." 49,
what's the row?' said the deacon.
coming in just then.
You wife said she'd kill him If he
came here againl' said Mrs. Walker.
XIII who?" cried the deacon
Her first husband!" exclaimed Mis-.
Splicer. Miss
First husband!" said the deacon. 81
guess you've got me there. Miss Snlic.r
I'm beatr"
ASK Sam Jenkins about itr' said
Miss Splicer, maliciously.
How in thunder should knows,
cried Sam.
And She wouldn't pay Won the
money for the mail, " said Mrs. Wallar.
and she's gwine to kill you instidl Nv
aus oand heard her say SO! Didn't Won
lates?' Jou
Yes, said Mr.. Walker. &
Now look here" said the deacon. ..r
want to know what all this tomfoolarv 6
aeansY And the sooner the better.
Iates Walker. ifyou've heard anything q
ell what You l1now!"
II heerd your wife say she'd kiln him t
ne come here again, and telled nv b
ne and she telled Miss Splicer. and
le sea as how your wife meant her h
rse husband-which was Mr.. len O
lns-which had como back 70 Oil
oney out OF her for keeping the Sc a
ct And he'd come here twice to sea d.
,out it"
Polly Amir said the deacon tn HI. ri
lie aid you say what Walker SAYS
About Sam Jenkins2 Why, no. dea b
n! Sam Jenkins hain't rothi,r to meir &C
"A week ago last Tuesday morning. su
"a MISS Spilcer, solemnly. did you not ne
OUT In your woodshed, while Mr.
slker was in the kitchen to borrow /. ho
ndsaw, that you'd kill him If he eve, or
ne to your house again?" vo
Lawful massey sakel' cried Mrs COZ
yes, lifting both her hands. 81 pues.
To- and I'll do it, too!'' with deter
nation. WI
Who are you goin' to kill. s;st.,
yes?" asked Parson Trotter.
Siias Whifie's yaller tomcat,r sa;e ant
> hayes He's plagued nv life ma
All winter; and that particula, ron
rnlng that MIR. Walker speaks of. he ing
into the woodshed and lapped the one
des out OF two custard pies that ia Tor
out there to cool-consarn himi, cou
NY friends" said Parson Trotter ID
business seems to be done. Let do"
Q agoing." upp
sot till know what Sam Jen,.: trio,
rowling around here AFTER said the
Splicer, angrily. u
was after a dozen of eors into
kied hen, ma'am; but the deacon,s an Il
are on strike and I've had to ava
, three times! Mrs. HAYES b.s 49, Over
med me that the last egg - 49, elect
a was laid yesterday ing
e busy bodies departed, a little or n
fallen, but still keen after another 10 &c
ial. but j
IS this sketch point any moral? ing
any OF my readers know Miss az "a
IF and Mrs. Walker? If not, mem
they must all live in very DELIGHT aroul