St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1896-09-26

| SESeSy she udu 1OuQu duOuQex GIG Q8
them little female letters. It was to
| the squire. It was fixed up powerful
| like the Widder Milford's handwrite,
| and it was likewise also signed "Loy-
ingly Yours, Mittie." They thought at
first that Miss Greasy would faint
away, but she soon recovered and
opened on the squire. She read some
little snatches from the letter out
loud right there in the crowd and then
| she fairly Gcorched the air with her
opinions of old Steve and the widder.
Squire Blanton he prayed and he
begged, and he begged and he prayed.
1 But it wouldn't go down with Miss
| Creesy. She had stood the scandaia-
tion of one letter from Mittie Milford
to the squire, but two of a kind in one
day was altogether too many.
| "And from all the general appear
nents, Rufus. that second letter must
have been sugar-coated and out of
sight. They tell me that it had the
smell of cinnamon draps about it,
whilst every other word was 'DarIin'
and Honey and the like Of that.
|
Creesy off down to the spring to see il
they couldn't do somethin to hush the
storm, whilst some of the brethren helt
an extra prayer meetin with the squire.
| The Widder Milford she was there on
the grounds, and she told everybody
| that Miss Blanton was barkin up the
wrong stump, as she had never writ a
1 IA Of "a +,
born days. I have no doubts but what
| the widder told the truth in that re-
| CARDS, but the whole united world
| couldn't make Miss Creesy believe it.
| She wanted to scratch Mittie Milford's
| eyes Qua, and tear her raven locks up by
the roots, and it took six or seven COM
mon women to keep her from proceedin
with the proceedins along that line.
"But at last Miss Greasy went home
with some of her kinnery. Squire
Blanton went on back to his lonely
| tireside, whilst the Widder Milford she
remains over on the camp grounds till
| yet. In the mainline Will Tom Pick
ems has let the cat out of the wallet as
to who 1t was that writ them little fe-
at work tryin to get Miss Creesy to be-
lieve win Tom and forgive the squire,
which reckon she will soon git tired
and quit pullin on the bits. Old Sieve
is innocent and hopeful, whilst the Wild
der Milford still wears the fnestGlothes
and the most of 'em of any woman on
the camp grounds. You ought to go
p,,9,
and save the country
Right now there is more fusion and
confusion in the politicssof this country
than I have ever saw before IN my day
and generation. The democrats have
fused with some of the third party, and
some of the third party has fused with
scalawags and niggers, and there you
| are, as the map says in the play.
Me and mother and the children
turned out and took in one of them
fusion meetins last week, wherein
mainest question seemed to be whether.
it is better to hold the hand we have got
or draw to others which we know not
of. But at any rates, in the general
.confusionment' I fused with crowd
of good women and got on the outside
Of monstrouss good dinner
AS to politics, reckon It maybe
mought be better for me to stay out
and let the other fellows settle the
question.
Oncst upon time I was maxim a
horseback "trip through Arkansas to
the Red River country Of Texas. It was
late into the shank of the eYenin. The
weather was tremendous cold, and I
was SO starvin hongry till even to my
socks didn't fit comfortable. A sud-
dent bend in the road brought me in
sight of q big log house with '.board
and lodgin" sign out, the very sight OF
which made my heartsf feel a whole lot
/ lighter.
q When I rid up couldn't see q livin
soul, but heard a great rucus goin on
in the house. hollered two or three
times at the top of my voice before
got hearin. Then man opened the
shutter and poked his head out of a
window. J His face was scratched and
bloody and he didn't have son any
clothes to speak of. 80 ~
Gold and tired and hongry-I would
love to find out who is runnin this
house." says I.
"Well, dadblame it, stranger says
the man at the window, ''you will have
to wait and see. Me and the old lady
are now tryin to settle that very pint.
So in regards to the great game of
American politics. A mighty rucus is
now goin on, and will have to wait
till the people fightit out.
'~ s RUFUS SANDERS.
Knocked Out witt, Ono Blow.
A cutting story IS being told at the
expense of awel1-knownLo Louisville man,
who is something of a beat, as well as
a bore. a wealthy man from the east
was in the city short time ago, and
during his stay the Louisville man did
his best to get his friendship prepara-
tory to borrowing goodly. sum of
money. Hesshowed the eastern man all
about the town, saw that he was admit
ted into the sacred precincts of the
clubs, and took care that he had a good
time in all respects. The easterner was
charmed. He had often heard of Ken
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