The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1892-06-22

''What stands to reason?" asked a Young
man entering the store at this crisis in
Jim's speech, Tipping a dime upon the
counter as he spoke, with the accompan-
ing laconic order for fine cut
why, that the safe way to do In
cyclone is to tie yersef up between two
feather beds an git ready to sail Ne an
MarIar keeps two feather beds on my bed
al the time, an I've got the rope handy
so that jist jerk or two'll fetch 'eni up
taut Don't YOU forgit 1t. The only thing
about il is tibet it's awful crowded with all
the five children in along. l wanted to
rig I'D a bed for EN-, but Marian wouldn't
hear to that. She said when she started
up in the air the young uns he'd TO 90 in
the same boat she did. We might jest as
well al git ready for 'em, boys. We won't
alIus escape, now mark me.
The last conner had rolled up ball of
the hne-cut and placed it in a satisfactory
position in his cheek 1t rolled pleas
antly up to meet the down-coming corner
OF his eye, expressive OF sarcasm as he
spoke.
"Hev YOU got patent on the slip knots
in your ropes, Jim? An whst'll you do
with Mariar's pap if the cyclone does
Gomez"
"Oh, you heerd tibet. did you, lowed
some OF the young uns nd blab it" And
Jim turned a calm unabashed eye upon
the satinical young speaker squirting
longward himself as though content plat
ing sending another flood upon the I'M
lucky roach.
What was it, jim? spoke bystander
now, who scented a story back of the
peculiar tone taken by the manipulation OF
fine cut.
"Nawthin' much, only this young TELLER
thinks he's struck joke. He better git n
sharper plckax than his head contains eff
be ever cuts gravel more n an inch deep.
Last Wednesday night, boys, you know
what storm there wus-a regular swiz-
ger. Well, / didn't like the sound of it
q bit, an 1 Just gethered Marian an the
young uns under them feather beds an
fixed to go up. Grandpap thinks he's
awful brave an makes fun of cyclones,
but the wind got too much for him tibet
night, an he come down stairs most
skeered out of his wits, an wanted in the
bed with US. / told HIM we wus too
crowded as il wus, an then pityin' him
so. / told him to climb up on the bed
an hang onto the high bed post an
il we went we'd ell go together.
| reckon the scare made the old TELLER
shaker than common, fur be tell off an
put his shoulder out'n place an most
broke one leg. Marian couldn't stand
thet, she Jest made me unhitch the whole
business, an let her out 10 tend to him
an sne's been nursin' an waitin' on him
ever since an crosser'n setting hen in
the bargain with me over it, jet as eff
wasn't dom my duty as far "a 1 had lights
all the way through" And Jim drew a
doleful sigh az he finished.
81 don't see what you want 10 pile your
self between feather beds for. anyway.
Jim and tied in them at that also" an
swered the storekeeper. What II the
house would fall on your
mo danger NV thet," said Jim. I've
studied the scientitics NV cyclones an the
electricity in EN- allus busts the walls NV
the house outward, that's the reason SO
few is killed in 'ern. The only danger is
bein' took up in EN-. or bein struck by
somethin' hyin', an it stands to reason
that feather beds"
NO danger OF Jim's house hurtin' him
if il would fall on him." put in the smart
young man now.
NO danger Of your ever gittin' hurt,
eitber-with q cyclone leastways. Your
so windy yersef that il one would come
your way you would change its course
immeiiatly. / guess that's the reason,
boys" with a wink around, that this
country has been saved frum EN-"
But Jim while speaking was groan-
ingly and slowly getting down from the
sugar barrel. That ketch in his back was
worse than usual today, sure sign of q
storm. He apostrophized to himself as
he Get out for home. The smart young
mans jibe at his house had set him think
ing. For that shanty Of his. with It's un-