The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1895-05-24
Bud MADE uP THE FEUD.

BUD MADE tlP THE i llD.
A Touching Story Of the Tonnes.
see Mountains,
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,zkl1D.. q HOUGH Bind Procls
SzlZD had been In bed for
| si1<lS'oWSOE several hours, he had
Ne tAsNS% scarcely slept at all.
LGV SDlls1 Midnight having
Go ~ passed, he was reused
IN. gcN by . heavy tread in
IRGYSZk the next room and
~ the sound Of his IA
40 Tiers voice.
W Tomorrow night
Is the time. he heard his father say.
eve must do the the job then. There'll
be nobody there but Rube and his
mother. and. mabbe. that there par
son. Itell ye. Burge spillman, " was
Rabe Hawkins as had the reveno cut
mp my still three weeks ago. II was
him and the rest as run your SON off
10 the nation last winter, on charge
OF that shootin' scrape he got into
down on Smoky Run. Now is good
time for us to get even"
THAT young preacher you speak OF
and the Hawkinses are some kin, |
reckon remarked Burgc Spillman.
"llit minds me, too, as he and your
Bud seem to be master thick. I've seen
them together more'n once. They was
at the liorum gap to-day"
Long with that Parson Sneed, was
he? I'll wear him out II hear any
more such tales. believe I'll wear
him out anyhow"
At this point Bud became 80 agi-
tated he knocked over an OK yoke that
was leaning against the wall. Then
Bud heard his father rise, open the
door and approach the bed.
Was you a-listenin'p''
II couldn't hardly help 1t. when yon
talked so loud" returned Bud, whose
fears would hardly carry him to the
point OF a downright lie. Besides,
amt deaf
We'll. then, you've heard, and 1
reckon you know. But you tend to
what say" John Prock struck the
table until the glasses on 1T ratified.
III l hear Of you cheepin' a word TO
anyone anyone, say!-l'll wear the
very hide off'n We. Dye hear?
Hold up your head and look at mel
Don't you be seen Tong with that
Preacher Sneed no more. Ill haste you
for that II it happens agin."
You know wish you well, father"
he said. i've nobody else to care for
since mother was put away. But
wish you would give up this thing,
father. You and them Hawkins have
been a.jowering for months. What
good do 1t doq'
What thing? Is the boy crazy?r
Procls gazed at Spillman in simulated
surprise.
''You know what, father" Bud
hesitated, for he had heard nothing ex-
plicit.
Listen at the little fool! He'll be
maxim out next that his pap wants to
kill somebody. Look here, Bud. You
get to bed, and quit botherin' your
head. reckon know what I'm
about"
Bud had neither brothers nor sisters.
Since his mothers death, owing to his
lameness and sensitive temperament,
he became a creature OF retiring habits,
having no intimates, and but few asso-
ciates.
The morning following the events
just related, john Prock shouldered
his ride and left the house with scarce
ly word for Bud. who, growing
lonely, wandered off into the woods
later on.
Ought he to warn some one against
something? Or was he in honor bound
TO hold his tongue? He was still de-
batting the question in his mind, rather
aimlessly, when the crack of rifle was
followed by the appearance OF gentle
faced, slender young man, carrying sew
eral dead squirrels and gun on his
shoulder
why, Bud" said Parson sneed, II
hardly expected to see you SO far from
home to-day"
Yet the boy held his peace, and after
a time the young man strolled off. Bud,