The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1897-02-11
LAST TUNE.
, RTHA M'OULLOOH WILLIAMS.
downright, 1890. by tho Anthor.]

Il,
tbo nroyin ii., it brings mo bad luok.'
"Luck! What has luck to do with seoh
,s youY There's no chance for you to
lose, except when you want to. "
"But mighty heap Of chance for mo
not to win when the other fcllor holds
all the cyards. Don't DO soft, pop. If
whatever it is that sits up above us
keeps any sort of accounts, reckon you
started with such big credit it amt
nigh balanced yit. Seems to mo you
used to read somcthin bout him that
savoth Il soul from death shall hide a
multitude of sins.
"Sioncc! How dare you"--
"Dare? I dare anything, because I'm
your son. reckon. I'vo heard tell as
you warn't afraid Of nothin, not even
satan. Besides l remember that last
camp moetin, tho lovo feast an tho hun
drod new converts all crowdin round
al huggin you an tollin you how your
prcachin had kept 'cm out Of tho fire an
hrimStonc. 1t made me proud OF you,
pop--it did indeed. | most felt like I'd
be preacher myself until--well, after
ward
A swift hardness camc upon both
faces. The elder man said grimly:
"Aftorward you changed your mind.
Well, you had good reason to do it. "
Then, dropping his faco in his hands
and speaking very low: "Do You know,
jim. If was surc uf hcavcn---as surc as
| felt in them timcs-Id Rivo it up for
jest one year of tho old life--ridin an
prcnchn six days in sovcn AL comm
homo 10 tho poor little house that hold
you-an Sally"- choking bit over
the name.
"Tcll mo ono thing" tho other said,
dark rod flushing all over his face.
Odd you give up all that for--jcst ~
horso?'
Tho old man shranl1 unoasily from
his sons keen look. He opened his lips
as though to ospeak, then shut them close,
turned away and began fumblinR with
the keys Of an old fiddle Jim went on
remorsolossly:
eff you did, you must "a boon crazy
Cad, 1T makes mo shivcr, man, to think
about that night! Itwas August sortcr
starlight, fog all about, an out Of it
came them yellin fends with torches All
tin pans an cow horns. All you in tho
middle, all tar HI feathers. Then some
body shouted. 'Hero's tho noble Chris
tian gentleman that stole Colonel Clny's
horsop an don't remember no moro
tin mornin, an know must uo ,,vav
with vou ), - """'
"What made YOU do it, Jim? Ivo
wanted to ask Won often hut som,ho,v
couldn't aeem ,o fotoh Il " th, f,thar
snid wistfu)lv. without ,ools;ny ot h;o
son.
Jim answered eimplv. "Bccnnso eho
said must, -
Warm light olowcd n)l over tho with.
erod, haggard. old fncc 40 n;teouslv
avorted; slow tears dronncd oyrr tho
,nnplc of beard. and IN, worn lins uur-
INJURED softly, "Thank God, I hold NV
peace"
There was scornfnl snocnlat;on j.,
Jim . eyo
81 can f muks Won out nbo ,,i1 of+or
a minute. $50 let's ston t.ik;n f,nI;.,,
an come down to hna;nnss ..lvbot arn
the tunes for toniyht2',
"Whats the enmo?"
"pokor, if ,hcv'u lot mo in r. NOT
I'll try old slcdue M ynntoon ),
Black Satin II mean .ho,a b,ng.
in; Tom Mcriwoathor, .ro;so hin,
II striko Rock Of Apos,' call him a,
be quick about it,"
"Popn
"Wcl."
600 Won want to r,,, ~, ,,,,,. so,,
good an always? Shorely YOU wouldn,t
dare to play mothers hymn?,
WHY not?' with a reckless lanob
''Your mother pnvo me her son D,dn,t
she love YOU better than her son, nm do
You tbini, she'd mind what r did - IL
was to holm von?n
"Say Won rathor- Rut ,ot thot t,,,o
alone. You nlov 200 other onos Tt,s
Christmas nvo nm fool o,o,n,, i;I,n
was about to bannen with
out hcarin thai tuno in , ao,phl;n do,, ),
"Wel], Won WON'T hosr 4 toni,h+
unless thero's sdnnpor-dro,df,,I dnH,,n,
ahead Somehow I'm n hit ahni,v
too, m AL this improvin conversation
we've had hasn't ho)ned to cot MO m ),
.tI,r,, 49,; 49,, !, t .
u.s." Jim said. pouring q glass h,lf fulI