The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1900-02-01

They left the winder open so she could
get out when she wanted to. It was
always her way to hop off the nest
just at sunrise every morning, and
hustle around and pick up handful or
two Of gravel and be back on in ten min
ules. Every morning before break
fast Hendershot took look at her,
and during the day he had an eye on
her most of the time. Fenced off that
corner of the room so that she
wouldn't be disturbed. and put up
shade SOS the light wouldn't hurt her
eyes.
"Well, at the end OF three weeks
Henderson, couldn't hardly contain
nisself, cause he'd won the first bet.
That's as'in me, pom my honor
says the Britisher, noting it down in
his book; 'but I'll win on the next
weeks, and he give his bill another
hist. Once Henderson, presented
his bill, but the Britisher waved it
away sort o'gracefu! and said he'd fix
it when they settled the bets. That's
all right, my lord, says Hendershot.
All gentlemen, you know and the
Britisher boosted his livery bill again.
"When the fourth week ended the
hen was still setting right along, and
the Englishman owned up beat ag'in.
"Same way at the end of the fifth
week. Henderson, was so tickled
that he couldn't hardly talk. But 1
say, you ought to give me chance
for my revenge says the Britisher;
go you another week for two hun
dred.' All right says Hendershot.
Ana he won ag'in. I'll be hanged il
he didn't. Double the bet and ycu
go ag'in, says the Englishman. Brit
ish pluck, you bnow-never say die
Henderson, agreed, with some re-
mark about the American eagle. Tell
you what, says he 10 Judge Longs
dorf, odd Everlasting is just making
the set Of her life. It's the billiard
balls being so natural, you see. Be-
ing used to corncohs and chunks Of
bricks so long that billiard ball gives
her new hope. I'll go him one more
week at $500 if she holds out and he'll
do it,
"Well, she held out all right
enough, and the Britisher was ready
to try it ag'in. England expects
every man to DO his duty says he.
There you are, Mr.. Landlord
'"Che eighth week was up at four
o'clock o Thursday afternoon, and
they'd agreed that it was to be the
last. A few minutes before four Hen
dershot was walking about pretty
nervous, with one eye on old Ever
lasting.
She's a-going to do it, says he.
She amt moved feather. She's
right there. She's a-winning money
for me. Tonight I'll give her nest
and thirteen eggs as her reward. Yes,
sir; thirteen genyooine eggs, you un-
derstand-eggs that will hatch. She's
the greatest fowl in the United States.
I'll back old Everlasting Hills ag'in
the world
Just then in walks the clerk, and
says he: That Englishman left on the
one o'clock train. Did he pay his
bill?'
"sGreat beeswax, MOI yells Hen
dershot. Two hundred dollars, if
it's cent? Nor the bet, neither! You
blamed old speckled fraud!' and he
reaches over and gives the hen a poke
with the billiard cue, and she rolls
over with her feet up.
"Then Judge Longsdorf picks her
up and she didn't weigh more than
six ounces. Why says he, she's
got glass eyes and wire in her neck.
That feller must "a been a taxider-
mist and stuffed her about four weeks
ago'
"Well, when Henderson, could
stand up without help, he said some
things-.also without help-but there's
no use of my telling you what they
was, cause they wasn't things you
could print in your paper, and there's
no sense in your bothering with things
You can't use. Just 60 ahead and
make an editorial of this, and draw
moral on the sinfulness of betting If
you want to, which I've always said
it was, ever since bet ag'in my own
hoss and the critter got scared and
run away and come in ten rods ahead,
which I'll tell you about some other
time" and he went out and left me
to finish the article I was writing,
urging people to dig deeper cyclone
cellars.-Saturday Evening Post.