Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1897-02-18
HE STOLE A MARCH.
And Aftecward Had Plenty of Time to
Repent at Leisure.

And Aftecward Had Plenty of Time to
Repent at Leisure.
When was running the Geeville Beacon
Light of Liberty, one Of my patrons from
way back district came into the office
one day late in the fall. Joy was beaming
from his face like candle shining through
the holes in jack lantern.
"Tol dc rol, dc rol, de raddidyl Tol de
rol, de rol, de ray!" was his first remark
as he cut series of backwoods pigeon
wings around the room. 1t was court
week, during which event the Geeville tav-
erns were wont to set forth to their eager
patrons tipple that had won much fame
for the promptness with which it took dull
care by the neck and tossed it out of the
window, and l at first thought that my
friend from way back had been in fond
and too protracted dalliance with the in
sinuating bowl, but such was not the fact.
After he had warbled and pirouetted off
his first burst of glee he plunked down in
chair and said:
"I'm goin ter give yer piece fer yer
paper better'n hoss stealth, or runnin off
with somebody else's wife, or burnin yer
neighbours barnl Ye know the Widder
Buggles, an ye know the Widder Bugsles'
place, don't ye?'
told him did.
"How old dye s'pose the widder isS' he
asked, and 1 told him had no idea.
"Why, dod durn it, she's 68-6S pastl
An amt she humly9 She's SO all fired
humly that she sot in her corn patch this
season an actu'ly skeered the crows away!
That's pooty durn humly, amt itp An
amt she thin? An ash saplin's got more
meat on it than the widder has! Factl
She's deefer'n post, too, an her off eye is
out, an you couldn't raise white beans on
that clearin of her'nl For agriculture pur-
poses that clearin amt wuth g. 'shill'n an
acre. But, do ye know, she won't sell the
durn place for any price. She says if any
feller wants that clearin he's got to take
her with It'll An who dye thinks ben
edgin round the widder, anxious to git the
clearin ON them diskerigin terms9 Actu'-
ly wfllin to marry the Widder Buggles to
git that clearinp Why Pete Sykes An
why is he so durn willin to git the clearin
on them diskerigin termsp Cause he's
| found out that the clearin has got this yere
| ON it, that's why"
My friend from way back took a hand
full of glittering, heavy bits of ore from his
pocket and handed them to me. Then he
danced joyously again, shouting:
"Gold, by thumps-gold! To1 de rol,
dc rol, de raddidy! Gold on the Widder
Buggles clearin! She's old an rattly as q
dried gourd an deef an short an off eye, an
her clearin amt wuth 9 shill'n an acre fol-
agricultur', but there's gold on her clearin
tons an tons of it! An Pete Sykes, he'i
| found it out somehow an is willin tC
marry the widderl He told me so! But
he don't know that the widder's dead sol
on mel Pete's goin up to ask her tonight
| Tol, de rol, de rol, de raddidyl An the
| widder don't know she's got gold on hel
clearin! She's dead sot ON me, an Pete
can't fetch her She's old enough to bt
my nanny, but she's got gold Say
amt this goin to be piece fer your paper
that'n make things rattle2"
took the specimens my way bach
friend handed me. They were iron pyFites
put them on shovel and held it in the
fire. Presently they vanished as If they
had never been. The look on my visitor
face was sight to see.
| "That' what they call FOOLS gold, Jag
gers" l said. "It's entirely worthless
| You couldn't get dollar Tor thousanC
tons of it, You've had narrow escape
You might have married tho decrepi,
Widow Buggles and her worthless clearing
Let Pete Sykes have the widow if he wants
her"
My friend at last awoke to the tru'
situation. He stamped and thumped ane
knocked things around the office and yellet
and swore until things looked blue.
"Let Pete have the widder?" he yelled
"Why, great crackin heels of Julius Ce
sar's ghost! There amt no widder! Th'
Widder Buggles, old an rattly an deef al
without an off eye, amt the Widder Bug
glesl She's Mrs. Elnathan Jaggers, b.
thumps, fer I stole a march on Pete al
married her this mornin"
And my friend from way back dashe'
out of the office and away. never pu
his piece in the paper.-Ed Mott in New
York Journal.