Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1900-09-27
"Good-by.n said Lemuel.

GOOd-Dy, Salu LeInuel'
In the village of Tunkerton there
is long street running from one end
Of the village to the other. At one
extreme of this street is the station
of the Milwaukee railway; at the 9TH
err extreme is the station of the ST.
Paul. At point nearly midway be-
tween the stations is a small brown
house.
Lemuel knew the place well. AS
boy and as a young man he had Wis
tied It often, and he was much i'm
pressed by the coincidence that was
bringing him to visit it again. He
stopped behind tree at the corner
to wipe his face upon a bandanna
handkerchief and to draw long
breath before taking the final plunge.
He wondered if she was peeping coy
ly from the window, and peered fur
lively around the tree. There was
no sign of life about the small brown
house. But beyond the house, down
the street where the heat was rising
and failing in waves, he saw that
which caused him to catch his breath
sharply. He dashed his hands across
his eyes, and looked again. 1t was
no delusion. Emanuel Croster, gently
springing up and down, was coming
from the opposite direction. There
was a smile upon his face, and white
stand-up collar upon his neck. His
eyes were upon the small brown
house. There was no doubt as to his
purpose.
1t came to Lemuel like fash that
Emanuel had been false to him.
Emanuel had repaid his kindness by
vile treachery. Lemuel's blood boiled
within him. He went forward quick
ly, his face darkened by frown, his
huge fist doubled. AT the gate they
met. Lemuel spoke not a word.
Emanuel opened his lips as if to
speak, but LemuSPs fist chugged the
words down his throat. The blow
was sufficient, had the distance been
better judged, to have sent Emanuel
into long sleep. AS it was. it mere
ly Jared him. He grunted, and raised
one of his feet, implanting kick
upon Lemuel's Sunday trousers. Then
they clinched, rolling in a cloud OF
dust
The door of the small brown house
opened suddenly, and a woman ran
to the gate.
Gentlemen" she called to the
twisting widowers. Gentlemen"
The dust settled gradually. There
was a sound of putting and blowing.
Then two perspiring, dust-smeared,
bloody faces became visible, each smil-
ing grotesquely. Lenuel retained his
hold upon the collar of Emanuel.
Emanuel's hand was clutching Lem
uePs hair.
Gentlemen, /"
The woman was unable to control
herself longer. She broke into a
laugh that sounded in the Justified
ears of the two widowers like the crack
ing of a number of dooms. They
sat as if paralyzed, their mouths open.
At length the woman spoke.
"Gentlemen-O, you fools! Didn't
you think l knew twas you, Lem
Bicketts, and you, Man CrosterP Bill
Spriggs told me all about it. Him
and mes goin' to be married next
week. O-you-foolsl"
She laughed again, and Lemuel
arose dazedly to his feet. Emanuel
arose also. They gazed speechlessly
at Lemuers divorced wife for one long
minute. Then they gazed at each
other. Involuntary their hands met.
"Come on, Man." said Lemuel.
you bet!" said Emanuel.
And they trudged briskly away
through the dust, the sound of laugh
ter following them. In a secluded
place near the railroad they stopped,
and threw themselves upon the
ground. Lemuel broke the silence.
"Her," he groaned. 20, Lord!
She's got $3.50, made while she was
subsistin' on my bounty She's a
thief, Man. She stole the money she
got for washin' and ironin'--stole it
from me-"
Emanuel groaned alphabetically.
woman is a delusioner and a snar-
err"
"She are" affirmed Emanuel.
A frog crawled from puddle at
little distance from them, and blinked
wisely.
"Chump!" he croaked, "chump,
chump!"
"He means u.s." said Lemuel.
"He do" said Emanuel.-N. Y. Sun.