Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1898-01-01

11$TT%f ing groceryman
&znu.~ and stopped at
the tavern there. The only man | saw
At first was "A jolly looking, red-faced
little old man, on whom care or sorrow
seemed to have never laid finger.
"'Fine day | said, getting off my
blackboard.
!" 'P'tic'lar fine an cheerful the little
old man said. L hain't see cheer
fuller day in forty years an better
Then he went down the road whist
ling. | was gazing after him yet when
some one said:
Its a leetle queer that Uncle Abel
went away without waitin' to see
whether you want going to buy sum
pin an asst him in; but he's feelin
overpOwerin' glib to-day, an mebbe
thought nothn' could make him feel
any better.
This speaker. as | saw when |
turned to look, was tall and slim and
lanky, and was whiting stick. He
had come from the barn, and, as
found. was the landlord. | walked in.
YES said the lanKy man, Uncle
Abel is feelin' overpowerin' glib to-day.
You wouldn't take him to be lone an
lorn widderer, which the pardner of
his bosom was only laid away yiste'
da-, now, would you?'
Il had to admit that the old gentle
man was a tritie clipper and cheerful
for one so recently bereaved
YES the landlord went on. Aunt
Huldys left Uncle Abel at last. 1t
was sort of an accident like, though. |
don't think she ever would although
o dom of it, cause Uncle Abel was
four that Aunt Hubby had handled. an
she had wore black bombazine fer
three on EN-, an it was jest as good as
ever, that black bombaZine was, an
there amt no kind O doubt that she
had stiff idee o wearin it fer Uncle
Abel, an mebbe fer somebody that had
The courage to be No. ;. You see. Uncle
Abel is the harmleSSeSt man that ever
sot rounG, an Aunt Huldy's disposition
s sot sumpin' like cross-cut saw,
an when she got to movin' she was
ripper. How would some fresh tansy
schunched in a glass and moistened
with about three fingers o Jmaky rum
strike you"
was willing to risk If. and the
lanky but garulous landlord scrunch-
Ell the tansy and moistened it per
recipe
les, Sir he went on, having
scrunched and mOistened for himself
alSo' and taken pay for both Aunt
nuidy was n ripper when she got to
movln, and the trouble was she was
moVln most O. the time. I've knoWed
uncle Abel to roost in an apple tree on
us clearin' all night, waitin for Aunt
muddy to quiet down, an I've heerd
niih say, more'n wunst, that it was Il
GOOD thing he'd been kicked in the
nead by mule wunst and got over it.
VI ned be afeared o the consequences
Aunt Hubby got to movin.
Aunt Hubby she was tremendous
sot agin Uncle Abel goin' fishin', an
uncle Abel he'd ruther go tishin' than
70 the circus. Last week he couldn't
20 Ben RunnelS' pond to troll for pick
ell The fact is, though. that the pond
"iht Ben Runnels, cause there amt
no setch person as Ben Runnels. nor
nam ben this twenty year an better,
Hn when there was n Ben Runnels he
u'uht own the pond. The last day
ehere ever was Ben Runnels he went
"ehih on that pond. If the fishin
aaun ben so uncommon good that day
pen mowt be with us yit. Ben had
H"l pint O fish worms with him In
"n ola tomattus can, an half gallon
worm o the still in jug. This was
~, exhilaratln' purposes. Ben alluz
.Anllarated arter ketchin' fish, but
ue nsh bit so fast that day that they
"ep Ben buster than usual eXhilar-
a'in SO that when folks went to see
"nat was the reason Ben didn't git
0ue that day, an found the boat up