The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-08-28

huyr sump'n nuther bout yo' pap an the
boys"
The girl smiled and disclosed teeth white
and regular.
"Hit be bodaciously cold ter be a-gwine
up an dowd these hyar mountiugs on q
vile goose chase" she remarked in dialect
| as rank as her mothers.
But even that could not dispel the illusion
Lucian Hartredge felt vaguely that the
mountain weather and log cabin heme
would not be as uncomfortable as he imsg-
ined. The light OF those wine brown eyes
had raised the temperature considerably.
His sleep that night was broken. He was
cold and felt Ill at ease. He got up and
piled his clothes on his bed, and had just
fallsn into a troubled slumber, where his
gentle, refined mother aud Clarissa Coffee
were badly confused. when he was startled
into consciousness by a blood curdhug
screech aud yell
He sat up in the bed. Just then he heard
the child called Jake cry out:
'Mammyi Nanny The wild cats got
the calf creeturm
All was hustle for a while, then he heard
shot, and soon quiet was restored.
But before he could connect the broken
edges of his dream he was again reused by
| a whistle-long, loud and shrill. In an in-
slant be heard light football on the floor,
the outside door was opened softly and he
heard heavy walking across the boards a
subdued murmur of voices and muffled
laughter. But soon all this became indis-
| tinct, and he remembered nothing more
till next morning, when Jake entered the
room with pan of water and the intelli-
gence that "bre'kfus' wuz mos ready, an
pap an the boys done kem."
Somewhat TO Hartredge's surprise, when
he went in to breakfast, Josh Coffee. the
paterfamilias, took hold OF his hand and
gave him a welcome that made him vince
with the remark:
II hearn all bout you uns down the
mounting. Air Crrissy an the ole oman
bin a-treatin' We good%
His sons greeting was rather more re-
served, but Hsrtredge felt that his char
ecter had been cleared in the minds of
| these moonshiners They treated him as a
| friend, and soon began laughing boisterousy
| over their escape from the 'revenuers."
"They cotch US at the still, followed US
home an nabbed US TO we uns could git ter
the guns" the old man explained. Then
ez they wuz kyarin we uns down the
/ mounting in a wagiu, Pete az Bud Hale an
the ole man KEN up, an they started affirm
at the revenuers Az skeered 'en mos ter
death. They wuz so skeered they got lost
In gulch an couldn't git out They layed
down fat in the wagIn an wuz a-drivin'
like Ole Nick wuz arter 'em, wen we uns
! jumped out an left. They mought be
| a-drivin' down thar now fer all knows on
but lay ez soon's Abe Hale an the boys
| belt up affirm, maybe they KEN ter Their
| senses. They wuz the wust skeered creeturs
ever seen; but rll say this much fur 'em,
I'd durn sight ruther hev Abe Hale an his
| boys fur me than agin me-"
Hartredge Joined in the general laugh
| which folio we'd this addendum.
Pm sure now that | met a mooDshiner
yesterday" he remarked" in fact two or
three of them, though l never thought of it
at the time. This one, though, that
started to speak Of was a rather young man
and he was in a covered wagon. | thought
possibly he had apples, and | wanted to buy
some. l asked him first il he could direct
me to your house. and he told me entirely
wrong. Then asked him what he had tor
sale In his wagon and ne replied:
'Gourds, durn ye ="
Josh Coffee and the boys gave e deep
"Yav! yawl yawW
''I'll be boun he didr was the old moon
sinners exclamation. Hits plum won
der he didn't up an shoot vel We uns in
mountings air plum 'spicious Nv our own
shadders a-bein' reYenuers.n
But" Har tredgs remarked slyly TO bis
host, your wife told me that you we're not
a moonshiner-in fact, knew nothing more
about a still than l did. I'm in total ignor-
ance."
"Orh. pshaw! You uns mustn't mine the
ole 'oman's foolishre ss. The ole oman hez
reg'ler jim-jams a-seein' Of revenuers Std
o. snakes
"Waal, be-" Mrs. Coffee admitted, with
an embarrassed laugh. Then she rallied
and turned on her husband.
You uns had better open yo' eyes ter 'em
leetle of'ner yo'sef, y she remarked dryly.
'Ef ye'd 'a'hed sense like led mule ye'd
never bin cotch up long o the bows Wis
tiddy."