The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-04-19

discovery now an then that draws from
him grunt of satisfaction or disapprOVal.
To a mere passer-by / reckon il would
have appeared right hilarious to have seen
poor Nip standin' thar quiverin with ap-
prehension while the old man smoked his
pipe an chuckled an snorted alternate.
Directly, Mr.. Tillicum swarms down
from his box, sharpens a stick an draws
a diagram of a chronological head on
bare spot on the ground, an faVOrs us
with a long an profitable lecture tharon,
indicaun' the p'ints of interest with his
stick. Meanwhile, poor Nip stands with
his hat off an the blazin' July sun pourin'
down with all fury on his shavell mead
till it is fairly blistered. When the lecture
is done the old man mounts his box again
an begins to hum haw over Nip's bumps
He fingers as lovin'ly over his task as
fond mother over her first-bOrn babe,
as the Teller says; an bimeby he becomes
so absorbed that his pipe slowly turns
over in his mouth an gently pOurs the
Goals an hot ashes down on poor Nips
head. The victim pears to think that the
sunshine is gettin' a little hotter, an grins
stake.
1.-The old man goes on hummin' an haw-
in without noticin' it till the smoke be-
gins for 10 roll up, an then he simply
blows the Goals off an socks mis- talons into
his prey in new place. Wal, ii is all over
at last, an the old man rests from his
labors with a sigh of regret.
You've got good head, Mr.. Britt,
says he, slowly. "A very good head
% Thank We, Mr.. Tiddicum,' says poor
Nip, with pitiful eagerness. IL
But not quite good enough, Mr.. Britt
concludes the old man. Not quite good
THAT settles it. an Nip sneaks out to
'Nextr say the old man. looking hun
Not to-day, Mr.. Tiddicum.' says I,
somewhat hasty. 1 hain't feelin' as well
''As / rides back to town beside poor
discouraged Nip, l makes up my mind
that l haint gOin' back to Tiddicum no
more, girl or no girl; it's too tryin on
the nerves. If I'd sense enough to stick
to my resolution, I'd have retained my
self-respect, anyhow. But next day, when
l meets up with Nip I'm inclined to git
gay an hooraw him till he whirls in an
times, tharby raisin' several unsightly
knots on my dome.
This makes me plenty ashy, an | sets
right out for old man Tiddicum's, deter
mined to show Nip Britt that hain't
no sech kind of people as he is, an that
the girl is mine for the takin.
THE old man welcomes me like a long
lost son, mounts his little box an pOunces
on my head. Less than two minutes Ia
ter, as I am engaged in gittin' off my
first grin, thinkin' to myself that he hahn
encountered no everyday head this time,
he utters a yell like an infuriated hyener,
gives me boot in the middle of the
back that slams me down on my face, an
stampedes for the house. 1 picks myself
up an hops my boss, some astonished,
an by this time yere comes the old
man tearin' out with his shotgun.
" Git out!' he rOars. Cit out OF yere,
you Internal ripperbate!
" 'Looky yere, Mr.. Tiddicum says /,
sorter severe. Don't you think you are
actin kinder DANCED funny about this
thing, to say the least, an
Talk enough he yelled. Cit or III
turn loose on you!
" But i hain't done nuthin' an
=" i don't know what you've done he
bellered but / know what you are capa-
BILE of dom. never saw sech a villainous
an diabollyical head in my life. You coun-
terfeiterl You boss thief! You vampire
You-you- Come around we're tryin' to
court my daughter! I've a notion to shoot
you all to pieces for even lookin' at her
You grave robberl You rake You roo,
You libbyteeni You-you varminti Git out
of my sight Git out of the settlement.
Git out of the county. By the jumpin' jim
my Judson, il / ever set eyes on you agin
I'll shoot you for fun. Git!
ALSO l got. BY the time / gifts to the
settlement it dawns upon me that hain't
got no call to linger in no sech an unap-
preciative community, an by shutdown me
an my boss is industriously distributin'
tracks with the heels p'inted in that di-
rection.
Il s'pose I'm 100 miles away before 1 gifts
it through my understanding that the
whole trouble is caused by them strange
and startlin' knobs that Nip Britt raised
on my head when he bent his gun over
it."