Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1900-11-08
Trouble On Rebel Creek.
BY JAMES NOEL JoHNsoN.

Author OF "A Romulus in Kentucky"
One Little Girl in Blue" Etc.
Copyrighted 1900: Daily story Pun. Col
! was riding up Rebel Creek, in Bell
county, Kentucky, last August, when,
suddenly, there came to my ear COM
mingled wholesome passionately de-
mandatory; one of wailing and plead
ing.
Turning sharp angle in the road, l
beheld log cabin a short distance
ahead, Rugged by rail fence.
Before the door l saw an under
sized man. hopping up and down in
front of an diversified woman. There
seemed an intimate relation between
the time of the leaps of the man and
the falling of hickory in the good
right hand of the woman.
This will teach you, you deceptious
dog how ter put up another job on
pore, innocent, motherless gal; won't
II, Ell? (Whack, whack). Won't It,
ehg l think sorter it wilt"
The poor fellow, now with a wall Of
agony broke from the woman, and
ran toward the fence. She followed
like maddened bovine, and, just as
he reached the rails, her foot caught
him with a force that sent him spraw-
ling five feet on the outside. He arose
instantly with an agonized groan, and
a whirl OF dust down the road quickly
swallowed him.
The Amazon gazed a second in the
direction he had gone with crooked
DrOWG ha, ctr -
such a laugh of cold malignancy that
my blood was chilled.
l started to ride on but she shouted'
Hold up, thar, stranger!"
l obeyed-I feared not TO.
Mister" she said, tanning her hot
face with a calico sunbonnet; that
was my ole man, who, as you see, has
just now picked up an left me all
alone in the world.
Il want you to hear the cause Of our
little rupture, for don't want no lyin
tales to go out that / treated him so
mean he had to leave me No, sir
I'm true, good woman-who longs to
be a kind, lovin an gentle compan-
ion. ! was forced into what | done
I'm gentle as dew in er morning glo-
rvs throat. when treated right, but
people must not play no scaly tricks
on me" Here she lifted her apron to
swelling eyes.
That thing come in here from Ten
nessee about month ago. He sot his
deceptious eye on my little home here,
my two milk cows, and three acre
crop Of terbacker. He come to see me
every day or two, an ! soon seed that
his love for my baked sweet taters,
butter an sweet milk Was a GROWN
violent in him. When I'd cut all my
terbacker, an got it hung in the barn,
he proposed to me. | feared his love
didn't reach across the later dish and
rich, sweet butter. an so l tole him
No
Then, Sal Patton-a gal what's bin
a hatin' me all her life, jist cause my
pore ole dad killed her'n for informin'
on him-this Sal Patton, j say, took to
goin' with him, an she appeared to
lean to him like er sick kitten to a
hot jam rock. Woman like, when |
seed my enemy so dead stuck on him,
he appeared a heap purifier TO me, an
my nedTl peSlH " whisper lAlhSs tHd'
my brain wouldn't listen to-
"One day a stranger stopped at my
house to rest an git some water, an
this thing happened to go by, leanin'
on Sal Patton's arm. The stranger
looked out, an his eyes sorter bulged
when he seed the thing, an he turned
to me an sed: Amt that Hon James
p Saddler son of Judge Joe Saddler
wealthy citizen of Carter county,
TENNESSEE tole him the thing