The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1900-05-18
CHAPTER I.


room drowsed, nodded or stared at
him with lack-luster eyes. He usually
held forth on Sundays when the law
and the Lord prohibited work and there
was nowhere 10 60.
On this sultry afternoon his theme
was his own misfortune in being bur
dened with a family that contributed
naught 10 his desires. He had never,
IL exact words, voiced their shortcom-
ings, but in his secret soul he would
lave had them perhaps less like him
self, certainly less like his wife, who
weighed 200 if she weighed 4 pound.
The two girls, Mary Lou. aged is,
and Ann Josephine, 20, threatened, as
their bedsiats continued 10 break, 10
surpass their mother in the flesh they
were heir 10, and in addition TO this
impediment 10 activity and encourager
Of sloth. they had come honestly by a
combination Of their fathers tow-col-
ored and their mothers red hair, which
little suited their fiorid compilations.
They had, also, freckles as big as pock-
marks, which a diligent application Of
stump water" had failed TO dim.
Fanshaw had two sons. Ronald. the
eldest child, was not in the room.
David, a lusty fellow built on his IA
theirs plan, but with a more cheerful
face, was lying on the high-posted bed
IN the corner Of the room. He always
hurled into his fathers Trades against
his family comments in favor OF his
brother, whom he admired intensely.
You cayn't complain of Rom" he
said this afternoon, as be famed the
flies from his face with his big straw
hat lined with blue calico. He looks
after his own business. Mr.. Hague
said Saturday before last that he'd
ruther have Ron rent land from i'm
than any man in the country. He
lowed Ron paid every dollar he con
tracted 10 pay an that the niggers
Liked i'm so much that they'd work
twice as hard for i'm as they would for
anybody else"
That don't do me 10 good snarled
FaDshaw.
NO, reckon not" admitted Dave,
@but you won't ever be ashamed of
i'm. # you are Of the rest of us. He's
been readin' and studyin' every spare
minute sence he was knee high TO a
grasshOpper. For the last six months
Mr. Redding, the best lawyer in Dan
ube, has been providin' i'm with books,
an my idea is that he is goin' TO make
q lawyer Out'n hisse'f. You cayn't
hold i'm down; he'll rise like a cork;
NJ as fur good looks, geewhilikins!
Did / ever tell you-uns what happened
CT campmeetin'? / was a settin' IN
der the bush arbOr about four benches
from the front last Sunday was a
week when Ron come in dvked out
In his best Sunday clothes. You ort
10 a-seed how the folks turned their
heads. A young dude behind me axed
a man next 10 i'm who in the thunder
that was. an the fellow said he wasn't
certain. but be lowed IL was some
chap Visitin' at Col Hasbrooke's from
Boston or New York. Then il was my
put in j bent over an informed 'em
that it was Ronald Fanshaw, the old
est son Of Jason Fanshaw. An YOU
Ort 10 a-heerd 'em giggle. Then the
man that had aXed the question come
back at me fairly slobberin' in the
mouth 10 keep frum laughin' out loud.
You're away of, my friend SEE
Re: you shOrely amt acquainted bout
beer. Old Fanshaw is the daddy Of the
sorriest layout on the face Of crea-
tion. / hain't never been 10 his side
show myself, but know heap o folks
that has paid Their way an never axed
fur the money back, nuther.'
Then / Jest punched my face over
10 his yeer an said, ! did: i ort 10
know i'm I says, tetchin' the butt
O. my pistol. He's my brother. an
when meetin' is over men you'll 90
into the sideshow fur a minute; the
tents stretched right out thar in the
bushes an the latest addition to it is
a Buffalo Bill dead shot
He wilted an got as white as the
inside Of a cucumber, an then the
preacher axed' everybody 10 kneel down
and pray. / was akin the Lord TO
bless my purpose when them two riz
an poled IL out over the straw. ! half
way got up, but the preacher broke
OF IN his prayer an begun 10 talk
1DOll inc law dEAu NlSluEDln PUBIC
worship. an ] sunk down on my knees
an seed them two mount an gallop of
like the woods was afire."
You ort 10 a-mashed is teeth down
his throat" said Mrs. Fanshaw.
.'Folks has pOked too much fun al us
TO suit me. In war times you wouldn't
a-stood il. Jade" She called her hus-
band Jade. not because he was tired
or was a horse, bat because il was thS
only abbreviation Of the name she
knew.
An expression of hot fury lay on
Fanshaw's wrinkled face as he looked
cut into the yard where half a hundred
ducks. turkeys, guinea-hens and pea
cocks syere feasting on the remains cf
1he watermelon the family had just
eaten NY Lord" he grunted. ''ef 7
took folks 10 taw ever time they jCi1ed
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