St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1893-08-19

/ COmpAulSt WHO pcTIOFlncO On . sSA.
small, wheezy mclodeon, . German
comedian, and doctor" all dresset
in somber black coats and wearing
glossy silk hats.
The horses were gayly caparisoned II
flowing white banners, which bore. II
huge red letters, the inscription: ICY
clone Oil for Man and Beast" This ex
| planned the business Of the visitors and
il mediately drew . large crowd of vii
lage loafers to the courthouse square
t. witness the exhibition. II being
Saturday, . greater portion of the rs.
sembly were country folk, who in the
south use that day principally for trad
ing and loafing when they come "a
town. The songs transported the audi.
ence, and the comedian, in ridiculous
makeup and costume, convulsed them;
but when the doctor" arose to sell his
wares. and got well started in his ad-
dress, his audience stood with bullying
eyes in silent admiration, while listen
ing with rapt attention to his remarks.
Some showed by their manner that they
were seriously impressed. and knowing
looks would be exchanged when some
great truth was hurled 1t them by this
vender of = cheap iifessaving balm,
within the price Of each and every
one" His powers as . speaker were to
them supreme, and when he had fin
ished and opened his satchel to furnish
suffering humanity his wares, Mark
Tidwell. = long, lanlx. sallow-skinned
native, who had been standing with his
hands thrust deep in the pockets of his
yellow jean breeches, now turned to .
companion and said: "Doggone NJ cats
ef that TELLER don't beat Vance er speak
.i4'w whi<As kcniark was the greatest
this doctor could
hAve had in these mountains
URlitted hands stretched forth their
mo9eY tA Esssive this precious fluid Of .
dark reddish hue, in very small walls,
wrapped III pink paper containing di-
rections for use, and, Is they purchased,
made room for the outer ones. who
were clamoring for an opportunity TO
buy. Mark finally edged his way TO
the doctor" and said:
''Jedge, sw'ar that war . good talk
In We give, an eff this hyar med'cin' is
IS good es yer talkin'. I'll jis' be burned
cf I don't try er bottle of hit"
The doctor assured him that IL
would cure anything that ever afflicted
man Or beast; that it was . sovereign
remedy for stubborn maladies, and II
properly used according to the direc-
tons accompanying each and every bot
tie it would restore the hair to side Of
sole leather. Mark was convinced, and
slowly pulled from the depths of his
pocket . wcll-worn wallet, resembling
\ slab Of old-fashioned gingerbread,
and. after unwinding quantity of
from about It, produced his
and then departed for his home
with his purchase. loud in his praise of
the doctors" ability As an orator. to . !
neighbor who logged along ON his mule
beside him.
The foregoing happened in the
spring.
As the heat of the summer increased,
20 did the visitors to the mountains, and |
gay equipages throngcd the drives.
One day, however. . gentleman,
tame to this resort who brought with
him his coach. which soon became
Known far and wide among the vii
ayers IS the tally-ho. being the only
me ever seen in that vicinity. SO one
rs the tally-ho was bowling
llong the principal street, filled with
women and handsome men,
Mark Tidwell was once more standing
n front Of the courthouse square-it
icing Saturday-and rs he spied the
zach rumbling toward him down the
ough street he vehemently exclaimed
o the bystanders:
dad burn tn hide Of me ef hyar don't
nm tibet lie chap ergin!"-and without
urther words he picked up . large
tone and, Is the coach passed him,
leaved it with all his might At the We
licle. It struck just above the door
nd splintered that side of the coach,
making . hole-as one of the loafers
expressed it-''big ernuf fer er cat ter
ump through" Il
The occupants on top Of the coach
rere in high state Of excitement and
larm. The gentlemen al sprang down
nd ran toward Mark to inquire into
be cause Of this indignity, when Mark
cached for another stone, and shouted.
5 be sprang high in the air. cracking
is heels together Is he came down: |.
Stan back, yer sneaxin', white-liv-
red buxzards! Ef yer lay yer ham on I
he I'll bounce this hyar rock ohn tn
op-knot Of one O. ye! Back hyar ergin.
ir We? With yer chuncs an yer doc
erin, an er sellin' yer dad binged
izen ter folks whar can't read ii