The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-06-30

cOmp3nlSt who performed on a very
small, wheezy nelodeon, a German
comedian, and doctor" all dressed
in somber black coats and wearing
glossy silk hats.
The horses were gayly caparisoned in
flowing white banners, which bore, in
huge red letters, the inscriptions "Cy-
clone Oil for Mal and Beast" This ex-
planned the business of the visitors and
Immediately drew large crowd of viii
lage loafers to the courthouse square
TO witness the exhibition. 1t being
Saturday, greater portion of the as
sembly were country folk, who in the
south use that day principally for trad
ing and loafng when they come to
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 at them by this
vender of q cheap Iife-saving balm,
within the price of each and every
one" His powers as a speaker were to
them supreme. and when he had fin
ished and opened his satchel to furnish
suffering humanity his wares, Mark
Tidwell, long, lank, sallow- skinned
native, who had been standing with his
hands thrust deep in the pockets of his
yellow jean breeches. now turned to a
companion and said: 'Doggone my cats
eff that Teller don't beat Vance er speak
in" Which remark was the greatest
recommendation this doctor could
have had in these mountains.
Uplifted hands stretched forth their
money to receive this precious fluid of a
dark reddish hue, in very small walls,
wrapped in pink paper containing di-
rections for use, and, as they purchased,
made room for the outer ones, who
were clamoring for an opportunity to
bny. Mark finally edged his way to
the doctor and said:
''Jedge, l sw'ar that war a good tall1
il We give, an eff this hyar med'cin' is
es good es yer talkin', I'll jis' be burned
eff don't try er bottle of hit
The doctor" assured him that it
would cure anything that ever afflicted
man or beast: that 1t was a sovereign
remedy for stubborn maladies, and if
properly used according to the direc-
tons accompanying each and every bot
tie it would restore the hair to a side of
sole leather. Mark was convinced, and
slowly pulled from the depths of his
pocket a well-worn wallet, resembling
a slab of old-fashioned gingerbread,
and, after unwinding a quantity of
shoestring from about it, produced his
money, and then departed for his home
with his purchase, loud in his praise of
the doctors ability as an orator, to
who logged along on his mule
beside him
The foregoing happened in the
spring.
As the heat of the summer increased,
SO did the visitors to the mountains, and
gay equipages throngcd the drives.
One day, however, gentleman,
came to this resort who brought with
him his coach, which soon became
known far and wide among the viii
layers as the tally-ho, being the only
one ever seen in that vicinity. So one
afternoon, as the tallyho was bowling
along the principal street, filed with
beautiful women and handsome men.
Mark Tidwell was once more standing
n front of the courthouse square-it
being Saturday-and as he spied the
coach rumbling toward him down the
rough street he vehemently exclaimed
10 the bystanders:
Dad burn tn hide of me eff hvar don't
,um tibet lie chap erginr'-and without
further words he picked up a large
stone and, as the coach passed him,
leaved it with all his might at the We
licle. 1t struck just above the door
md splintered that side of the coach,
it-"big ernuf fer er ca'f ter
Jump through"
The occupants on top of the coach
we're in a high state Of excitement and
alarm. The gentlemen all sprang down
md ran toward Mark TO inquire into
he cause of this indignity, when Mark
cached for another stone, and shouted,
is he sprang high in the air. cracking
lis heels together as he came down:
Stan back, Yer sneakin', viii te-liv-
red buzzards. IF yer lay yer ha n on
ne I'll bounce this hyar rock off n tn
op-knot of one o We, Back hyar ergin,
.ir We? With yer chimes an yer doc
erin, an err sellin' yer dad-bingcd
,izen ter folks whar cant read"
Mark had made terrible mistake in
lis men, for the owner of the coach,
veil known in the mountains-and TO
dark especially-appeared and re-
iuested an explanation of this I'M
assault Marks face fell as
lie recognized his friend. and his
humility was very sincere as he said:
Why, Lord love We. kyernei, sw'ar
didn't low 'twus vouns whar wus
rtop o tibet thar thing, Yer see. I
ain't jis' hatchery gut over thet pizen
lie feller whar cum durn nigh err put /.
in of me in tn buryin groun' with his |
eshy stuff, whut wasn't fifteen ter put /
n er dog, much lessen err man. an !
ed m min so sot on er Iayin' of him !
ut whenst mex | see him. tibet when /
GUNS fust driv up | How'd 'twus him.
n 50 flung tibet air rock; but she war
! leetle heavy an fell lower than /.
fur tibet you'd er ben
etered by now, / reckon. But HI I
quar- thet hole in thar. kyer1,el, 1
ar will. he continued. pointing TO /
he damage his rock" had caused
''But Mark. said the colonel. such
astime as this will get YOU into i