Clarke courier. [volume] (Berryville, Va.) 1869-1997, 1899-08-09

inau come outen the woods an inter the
moouilt clearin. where could see he
was ole Hen Binglc whistled agin
an called softhke 10 him. He sneaked
mp to the gate AN looked agin.
Hen. help. ] whispers.
Who is you a-growin outen the
side q Alb Rickabac1'. ~hantyY' ne calls.
kinder hoarse and scared With that
he pints a mnsket at me VERY threat
eniD.
Hen Bingle. sais l. Don't Won
dast shoot It's ne. Ab Pickahack. an I
want you to pull me out I'm goin to
war
Then 1t dawned on him what I was
up 10. an he come over an looks at me
l seen he he'd on his blues too. an I
knowd ez ne had given his woman the
sneak an was of to fight Spanyards.
lie wanted 20 laugh. hut l told him il
were no time fer sech foOlin. hut lest
10 break off thar splinter an pull me
loose
Now, Hens an obligin. patriotic
kind o feller. an tho. a. he sovd he
hadn't much time 10 waste. ~ his wo.
man was likely 20 wake M any 1ninute
an ma hun gone. he reached up an
broke off tho splinter. But ft tue
hole so tight l couldn't bulge. AN he
sayd he d pull me ont So he yits upon
the wall O the wcll which was list be
low me an grabs mo Toe both hands
AN drawcd. Ia moved about an inch
when he kicked out wildlike an hung To
me like a ton o. hay an gasped an
groaned | thought thet yank he'd dis
J inted me all over. an yells. Let 90"
Don't You dast let gor he sails.
iookin mp at me kind a. agonizin.
Then | see that neither me nor Hen
Bingle was ever goin To- fight Spawn
yards fer he'd stepped off the wall an
was hangin down into the well.
splinter Why. Ia ruther he'd a
splinter stickin in every inch o. nv
body AN ole Hen Binglc's 200 pounds
a-drawin me from Ey natural height
feet inter man o. feet >.
Ihet = what 1t seemed like Hen. he
asts how deep me well was an when I
sayd 40 feet. with - feet O. wotter at
the bottom. he sayd he'd never speak to
me ag III II let go my holt on him. |
sayd ] guest he wouldn't. an he let ont
whoOp tibet brought the missus an the
little ones a-tumhlin outen the house.
"Marthy stared at us a minute. Then
she sais. 'Abner. where was You ago
inT
ITO fight Spaynyards. sails 1. sheer
ishlike.
An You. Hen BingleY' she asts
Same. gasps Hen.
Does your wife know YOU re outg'
sais the misses. stern as jedge
" No. sais Hen
Then I've a mind to 20 over 10
your place an git her. sails Marthy.
It's two miles. Hen groaned. an
III be drowned ag in you git back.
Lemme up now, an III 20 home an stay
there
"Marthy turns around quietlike,
walks inter the house an comes out
with the family Bible
Hen Bingle, she sais, solemnlike.
holdin the book TO his mouth. does YOU
promise To tell the whole truth an moth
In but the truth an not TO go to war;
Hen didn' I waste no time in kissin
that book 50 loud could hear an echo
of II over along the ridge | kissed it
pretty loud meself. to be sure The mis-
sus lifted Hen outen the well. an he
slipped off home. His woman never
knowed nawthin about the trou BILE tell
she met my missus two weeks later at
protracted meeting over TO Pine Swamp
church. Ez fer me, but fer a splinter
q be III Sandyago now. st. Louis
Republic.
Our baby was sick for month with
severe cough and catarrhal fever. Al
though we tried many remedies she kept
getting worse until we used One Minute