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

Mark espeoially-sppeased and ~
quested IN explanation Of this m
warranted assault Marks face fell q
he recognized his friend. and hid
humility was very sincsre q be said:
''why. Lord love 70. kyernel. sw'ar
/ didn't low 'twus youns whar wus
ertop o thet thar thing. Yer sec, I
hsin't jis' natcherly gut over tibet pisen
lie Teller whar cum durn nigh or put
tin Of me In tn buryin' -groun' with his
pesky stun, whut wusn't fitten ter put
on er dog, much lessen er man, an I
he'd m min 50 sot on or layin' of him
out whenst mex I see him. tibet when
youns fust driv up 'low'd 'twus him,
an SO flung tibet air rock; but she war
er lcetle heavy an fell lower than I
cackerlated-but fur tibet you'd er ben
petered by now, I reckon. But I'll
squar' tibet hole In thar. kyerncl. I
sw'ar will" he continued, pointing 70
the damage his rock" had caused.
But Mark" said the colonel, ''such
pastime Is this will get You into
trouble, even II practiced on the lie
chap What has he done to your"
"wa-al," replied Mark, rs he grinned
sheepishly. Il don't much like to tell
re. fellers. seem Is how it's SIGH . burned
good joke on me, but it happened erbout
like this:
I'VE see. ! war standin' list'nin' to er
Teller whar had slycoon lie ter sell, an
he made SIGH . powerful survigrus talk
erbout pollyticlks an 'liGion an sich,
tell he gut me kinder het up like, an
whenst he cummenced ter talk erbout lit
tie ailin's an small pains or carryin' Of
people OF, l begin to git one in the hol-
Ter of my back. an the mo- he talked
the worse begin ter feel, tell furst
news l know'd he h0llered out tibet
de'th an dest'ucksion wus agwine -
ketch mp with airy man whar didn't tako
keer of hisse'f, an jis' then an thar J.
drapped my stick o. candy IN the sand,
fur I paid the skunk er quarter Of er
doller, gut er bottul o. his pi1en truck
an lit out fur home.
Il crawled in the bed that night an
tried to shake OF thct misery in m
back, but, bless yer soul n body, It
wudn't be shucls with er cent, % in the
the old CONAN give me cr cur
ryin' with tibet doggone lie, an the mex
thing know'd the misery wus = rarin'
round in mer stummick. tux dram
er ticker er SIGH matter two er three
times. Then the ole CONAN up an
lowd mebbe tibet slycoon lie wud do
me sum good (she kin read bit, but I
can't), SO she taken Their red wrappin'
paper frum crroun' the bottul an hit
sed sumthin' like tbs: COntinner the
Dp'rsshin till the paip ceathest'
lxed her whut wus the meanin' of hit.
IN she low'd tibet op'rashin war the
ioctor's word fur a-drinkin' Of it. So
lis then an thar pintedly grabbed the
Dottul o med'cin' an dreened it ut one
'wiR-sn' when tibet stuff lit atop o the
ECKER I had TUX hit felt like two er
hree of these hyar box-cars sounis er
together when tho engine Is
of EN- down hyar to the
leepo. an jis' then my inards |
OOk . far. I jumped nine foot in |
he air an cum down in er heap, like |
chimbly tibet he'd been bowed down |
y the win an tibet ticker an tibet lie
vudn't mix no way cud FIX it SASH
yed to the right an swung cornders
With the side O. the cabin, turned over
he ash-hopper an split I've all over
ner dogs-whar wus lynn under thar
AN set 'em to howlin' like Eve
und'ed; made my way through the
orn-patch ON my shoulder blades, an
IF . furrer thar like . harrer had
one plum through hit hitched ter er
oke o oxins: stood on my head In the
ig road an made . mans mule throw
i'm, stampedsd the cattle an set the
igs ter squeelin' an goin' on like durp-
Dol pigs do when they gifts skeered. The
hillen gut ter cryin' an the ole CONAN
rus a-blowin' the horn fur help. while
WINS a-layin' full length in the spring
ranch with sumthin' in my stummick