The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1892-01-30

The Old Settler breothed hard for
awhile. and Pcleg remained silent,
busying himself meanwhile in SLY eff
fort to inveigle the cat ipto one of his
graudfathcrs boots, which lay near
the hearth. He might have succeeded,
but the Old Settler drew Pcleg's atten-
tiou away by resuming the conversa-
| ton.
$50 this hero William Tell were
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
mrth, 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, Williaml what II chap
he'd "a been at some o. them oil Sugar
Swamp shootin' matchesl He'd "a won
ev'ry durh turkey"
Eyes, gran'pop," said Peleg, but
William Tell amt so! There never
was such man, nor such a tyrant, my
teacher says"
"Wull, Id'no Peleg" said the Old Set
tier. "That's powerful good shootin,
! that's so, m mebbe it's stretched a little.
but it don't seem to me th't any body
could go m make up setch yarn ez
that outen the hull cloth. l don't see
how they il'd hev the face to do it. If
yer teacher says th't ther 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 Pattys 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, OF Ben Beeler KEEP
store wunst at Sugar swamp" replied
the Old Settler. Patty were his dar-
ter, n nice gal she were! Nobody
never KID git it through 'em how she
KID be oil Ben's darter, fer he were
sourer thin the inside of IL lemon m
crosser thin q sick bar. Potiphar
Jump were lik ely young chap ez
didn't hev many 'arthly belongin's,
but wat he did hev were O. the best
Tia want a better rifle in the hull
deestric' thin his'n, m 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', fiyin' or gallop-
in.
"Potiphar thort a heap o that rifle
N that dog o. his'n, but they had to
! l. -. A ~. - D,tA
Beeler. He had a great big heart,
Potiphar did, but it were all Patty's,
n Patty had traded her heart fer it.
But oil Ben Beeler had his eye on
some body else th't he wanted Patty to
hitch TO, N he snapped N growled m
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 OF man snapped:
" See here, consarn W he says, III
tell " wat I'll do Now they tell me
y kin cut things pooty close with tha at
rife o your'n,' he says. All right, he
says If you'll hit a fve-dollar gold
piece with yer rifle at hunderd yard,
he says the gals your'n.'
"OP Ben had a funny grin on his
sour face ez he said that to Potiphar,
but Pouiphar didn't mind it, fer he
know'd it ID be ez easy fer him to
pink five-dollar gold piece at a hun
derd yard ez it d be fer him to hit q
bar. SO he took OF Ben up right on
the spot, N they sot day fer the
shootin'. The day kim around n
ev'ry body from the hull s'roundin' ken
try were thar to see Potiphar shoot fer
Patty OF Ben took out his five-dollar
gold piece N walked to the post whar
it We're to be put, m 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 6
grinnin' 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 iist wiltet
right down wen she see wat her pal
had done, fer how KID she s'pose tn
Potiphar KID shoot a hundred yard n
hit the thin edge of a five-dollar golt
piece th't he KID hardly see if il wer,
turned full face lords him. But Poti
phar were ea cool ez a cowcumber. /
he'd been gointer shoot at the side of ;
barn fer a dollar shot he couldn't "a
ben no cooler. He hauled up to draw
bead on the mark, wen an idee hit hin
n he let his gun drop. He draw'd tn
load outen his rifle. Then he took on
his knife m broke half of its blade off
He rammed that down on his powder
"'Jeewhizzr said every body. 'Ol
Ben has druv Potiphar crazy"
but Potiphar hauled up n whangec
away. Soon ez he fired he wake,
over to Patty, N putin his arm
, round her waist hollered:
, Its me N you, sure ez guns"
Everybody run to see if Potipha
had hit the mark. He hadn't only hi
it, He had pinned the gold piece fror
, edge to edge to the post with the knit
, blade ez nice n slick ez if it had be
, druv in by hand!
I "'I didn't want to smash yer five
dollar gold piece with bullet m spill
, it. said Potip har to OF Ben, fer
: thort mebbe y mowt want to give it
> Patty fer weddin' present.
I'M SO OF Ben did, too, at Patty
weddn' the very mex week But j
: wouldn't s'prise me bit, sonny, if tha
schoolmarm o your'n d say th't Pot
. phar n Patty N oil Ben N the five
dollar gold piece was jist cz much
two-headed bar with only one eye
: b'gosh, ez she says William Tell I
= the apple isr'-Ed Mott, in N. Y. SUI