The Hartford republican. (Hartford, Ky.) 18??-1926, 1895-04-19

barked and squalled, whined and
bawled began to walk ackb and
fourth to quiet him, all eyes were
upon me, everybody had something
pleasant to say to me. and began to
be sorry had not turned to travelling
sooner and stuck to it like a crow to
corn field, when a little boy, tug
ging at my coat tail, squalled, "Its
mine, its mine"
looked around, somebody had
pinned his hat to my coat tail, score
Of handkerchiefs were pinned on my
back, half dozen umbrellas, news
papers enough to publish the egotism
Of Grover, the boss. ponderous mind
and those seven dodgers, each in a
separate paper sack, were suspended
from my brand new homemade jeans
coat. Well, like joke as we'll as
anybody, but this was carrying the
thing a little too far, and / was just
in the act Of turning Leaf loose on
them when some one outside yelled
"Man overheard, man overheard"
and I ran out to see him drown.
Say stranger" said the yeller,
"there are pickpockets aboard and
they have you spotted Now, am
Pinkerton detective and if you have
any money about you, you had better
let me keep it for you till you get to
the city"
Now had heard of the Pinkertons
and knew they were alright and l
handed him SI7--the last Of old Brin-
die, but thought would risk the
calf to the pickpockets and I'm glad
/ did. He kept my money, though,
till we got to the city, in fact he has
got it yet.
Well, we got to the city and all
rushed out to the wharf. A big black
negro was running about yelling,
"Planter Hotel, Planter Hotel" and
grabbed my satchel andstarted to run
with it. followed, "stop thief"
and a city-looker who had been
treated likewise sorter smiled and
says be: "Your grip is safe sir"
"I'm onto your racket" says I,
"You are his pal, but you can't work
it on me-" and started after him,
yelling, thief, robber, fire, murder"
and Ijerked a crutch from a crippled
colored woman and began to frail that
negro with terrific violence. In the
mean time my satchel had been torn
to shreds and Leaf, ever faithful to
his master, had begun an undermine
ed, but violent, rending Of the negro's
pantaloons that left him a large area
of his cuticle exposed to the blister
ing blaze Of a summer sun and the
blasting gaze Of three hundred sons !
and daughters of Adam.
Pretty soon a halt dozen u S. Sol
diers, reckon there were for they
were dressed in blue uniform, came
running down the bank and made for
the bruised, bloody and cussing negro,
Directly they started for me, but
knew what they wanted; they wanted |
to hold me for a witness, and says,
"uo use to summons me, gentlemen, |
I'll 60" ] did go. Wish 1 hadn't,
"What did they do with the ne
gro2"
Well, sir a farmer don't stand no
show in the city. Wen find friends
as scarce as politicians in Paradise.
Every man, woman and child in the
city took up for the negro and the
court tried me. employed a lawyer
and paid him in advance-there's
where the calf went-but don't know
where the lawyer went, anyway he
was present Some where else when
the case came up. couldn't find my |
lawyer, but the court fined me 5000
and the cost. Well, tine old colored
lady seeing how the racket worked,
had me jerked up and fined couple
hundred more. Well, have paid off
the first fine and I'm getting credit
on the other one every night, Did
ever hear from my lawyer Yes, that
calf did the work for him, he's here
too, now, for drunkenness and disor-
DERBY conduct. From the Jail.
JON SAMoTE.