Evening star., 1896-07-25

what he's gambler. er one o them bum
KUN fsIlers2'-
Cynthy Ann was seated in a rocking set
tee, stitching crazy quilt Now and
then she indulged in habit of stoopine
and anxiousiy inspecting the toe of her
emDcSsed canvas slipper, as if to assure
hsrseIf that it was still on her foot. Her
snort halr was reached straight back over
her head and confined with a seni-circuIar
comb Her features were heavy: her coun-
tenance fnmobile- She half turned and
leered through the stats of the shutters
He's decent lookin' enough Sol Adams
As fer its bein' some trouble it's a chance
10 do sufferin' fe1ler critter goodturn. an
put a quarter in my pocket at the same
time I'm goin' to do it. So you just move
yourself and ketch couple o. pulletS
an Ill give him a taste o. fried chicken
thatn make him own he amt ever knowei
before what fried chicken is
Y ou amt goin' to do no sech foolish ex-
traVasance, Cynthy Ann Bowker Two
fried chickens fer quarter, What er YOU
a-thinkin about Now. you listen to me:
you fry him one pullet. eff you're bound to
he SO c1ntrairey, an you keep half o. it fer
your supper an mine. Then see here; you
set cut the other half fer him, an them
cold greens left over from our dinner an
whatever you've got handy, and then YOU
promise me you'll charge him forty cents.
an no henmin' er hawin' about it, er I'll
go straight back and tell him you won't be
pesteTed with him. i good as told him
before"
thing. Sol
Adams All You got any call to do is to let
him H:,ow I'm tollable high chargin', an
leave me to tend to the rest l amt a.
goin' to say what III charge him; depends
on what sort o luck l nare cookin. An,
say, you see that you don't brin- him in
this house fer a good hour to come Chick
ems has TO fry slow. / amt a-goin' to be
drove fer the President O. the United
States. an you kin tell him that eff you
want to- It's askin enough O. me to stay
home a-stewin' over a hot stove while the
hui! town IS out enjoyin' the accident. with
out havin a strange man rockin' an fan
MN IN my sett!n' room. a-fussin' an FUN
in cause / amt hurryin' faster with his
dinner Now, you go long an ketch me
two pullets. do You mind. er I'll go an
hunt cool place in the cellar an let your
Mr. Stranger hunt somewhere else fer a
dinner But here: first of all. you take him
couple o cookies to kind o. stay his
stummlk. an you draw him out a bit an
see g: he's one o the kind to be stingy
bout payin'- Ef he is. you needn't come
back"
Hes got money. you may depend" said
Sol. confidently. III ketch you the pullets
right away; :he cookies will keep. 1 reck-
on"
Having discharged this mission. Sol re-
turned leisurely TO report to the stranger
cheering news Of his success
Eff you see me lean my hoe agen the
fence. you may know it's bargain" he
had said to Cynthy Ann ct parting
It's all settled. but you're not to go nigh
the house fer an hour. She pintedly told
me to tell you she wouldn't be drove fer
the President himself / had a wras'lin'
match with her. you better believe. Mighty
nigh give it up. once. You see. she was
sewin' one O. them piece quilts she's so
crazy about ar when Cynthy Ann Bow
ker Is busy at work o that kind. it's about
like tryin to whistle hog out of a sweet
pertater Patch to git her to lay II down.
But you see. / sort o. let OF about the NUS
ence o people comm round an pesterin'
fer fayors at unhandy times. an doubtin'
whether you'd got the price of a meal o.
Sittles about you, an things like that, till
Id got her a-pullin' contraireywise. An
now she's got started an no stopp:n' her.
She'll jes' try herself. an fix you out with
luxuries O. the season. from corn bread to
wediin' cake. I reckon"
Sol bent himself. laughing immoderately
at the drolineSs of this impromptu con-
cert Then. suddenly bethinking himself,
he delivered the cookies. "She thought you
mightn't be able to wait" he explained.