The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-04-15
WHISKY GOOD AND RIPE.
Story OF a Kentuckian Who Couldn't
Find Liquor Equal to His Rare
Legacy.

From the Cincinnati Commercial Tribune.
Three well-known Covington men started
on a little hunt last week. They were go
ing down to the blue grass region, and, as
they had an il-founded supposition that
there good whisky in Gods country
they provided themselves with a few quarts
of hfteen-year-old Clay, or Tarr, or. maybe.
Pepper; anyhow. some well-known Ken
lucky family They were face to face in the
car, the other seat being occupied by a man
with an intelligent face that had seen bet
loquaciousness. which was soon in evidence
When the ''likker" was passed he didn't
refuse it.
That's pintedly good stuff, gentlemen but
seldom drink" said the other in sur
prise.
Eyes, I'm kinder spoilt fer likker. I can't
git the kind I've alters been used to. an
fur that reason seldom drink. But this her.
is good, an don't mind inin' you
Wnat KIM, KIN nave you Deen arinklhg, si IT.
well, mine had no name. Yer see. my pap
was a tolerably well-to-do farmer befoh the
little still an maxim the likker. But he got
hard IN an couldn't pay his debts. So pap
had to take about ten twelve barTs Of
likker. Just ter git his money There want
whisky want wuth morn sen or eight dol
lars
well, pap he put the stuff in the cellar
an lowed he'd just keep it in case Nv sick
ness in the family. He wus sick more'n the
rest NV us. but sis she couldn't bear the
| stuff and Bud he went an fit in the war.
pap and me stayed home. We KEEP drink
in that lkker. an it KEEP gittin better
n better. Pap he died after while an there
wus only me an NAV left. an sis had got
| married an Bud was killed in the war. Then
when the o.e woman died the whisky cum
natchully to me, an sis din want emmy NV
| the stuff You know there wus powerful
big tax whisky an it wouIve TUX all the
| farm to pay the taxes, an I fist concluded
| ter let the stuff stay an git ripe Course,
gallon er two along when 1 go ter the coun-
| ty fair. Then sometimes I'd give a neighbor
| a bit. but most them didn't know Whur
| 1 got the stuff. an l wouldn't tell EN- fur
| fear the revenew officers mout git me. It list
| went on that away, an I though maybe the
| stock would last me till died ennyway. But
| it didn', fur fac. 1 guess KEEP a-drinkin'
| leet.e too steddy.
Ever an then barl'd go, and
wouldn' even sell the bar'l, but KEEP it fur
| frewoOd. 1t does make a pow'ful fine fire
| One Nv them slaves would make fine fire
| and cook a whole dinner. But it made me
| kinder blue ter see the likker goin' all the
/ time, though | reckon l hadn't orter COM
| plain. ennyway.
q had ter tap the last bar'l year or two
ago, an now it's all gone, every bit Thur
hain't a drop in the cellar. After it wus all
| over | bought me a gallon down ter Licking
| ton, good stuff, they said, but 1 coulden'
| fur the life Nv me git used to it, an that
! gallons lasted me long while. The ole
woman says that she reckoned Providers
wanted ter sober me UP fore die. and that 8
! that way he TUX ter do 1t. l kinder guess
| she's right in the matter, fur I've not been
] happy single day since the old stock run
out. Yes, I'll take little more. Maybe
your lfkker wus made befoh the war"