Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1900-01-25
The Great Setting of Everlasting Hills.

ne Sreat SettlnS OF everlasting THIS.
Even in the unconventional West.
the freedom with which the denizens
of the place came into the Office and
pied the type was something rather
remarkable Colonel Slocum expressed
the opinion that we "oughter glue it
together so it wouldn't be 70 burned
touchY, " and we really gave the sug-
gestion serious attention. Mr.. Milo
Bush did not often disturb the type,
but his conversational displays were
sometimes rather disconcerting. We
were forced to bear the bruut of his
numerous stories, most of the older
residents being immune from many
repetitions. His idea seemed to be
that nothing was too stiff for us, espe-
cislly after he had made a show of
paying something on his subscription
AN adroit operation which consisted
in turning in quarter with consider
able flourish and borrowing half dol.
lar the next day.
One day, alter having performed
the first part Of this transaction, he
dropped both feet into the capAcious
waste basket and told a story of one
Henderson,, former more or less
mythical resident of the town. | had
heard other stories of Henderson,
from both Mr.. Bush and Abner Black
mark, and | am inclined to think that
he at some time existed.
well, now, Hendershot was all
right, said Mr. Bush on the occasion
in question. You know about Hen
dershot-Hi Hendershot, who used to
run the Headquarters Hotel? Hen
dershot-yes, yes; quite n man, Hen
dershot was. Couldn't tell you all
about Henderson, If took week off
WIsh't l had all the money | lent
Henderson,, and he heaved sigh
meant to be pathetic. as calmly as II
he didn't know that | knew he never
lent any money to any body in his life
but, on the contrary, owed money to
every man in the town.
Reckless, Hendershot was, with
his money. Bet on some fool thing,
or give it away, or lose it, or anything
Hadn't thought Of Henderson, for
dogs age till last night when was
reading that item in your paper about
the hens egg old Deacon Brown
fetched you, eight inches in diameter.
The egg was eight inches in circum-
ference, but Mr.. Bush never recog-
nized such minor point OF mere fact
Made me think of Hpndershot's old
speckled hen, Everlasting Everlast-
ing Hills was her full name, cause she
sot jnst like EN-, or more go. MoIe
50, l reckon, cause a yearthquake
will wreck hill good deal, but ii
couldnt never move that old hen.
She never spent any time laying eggs
like the Deacon's, nor no other size,
not so fur as l ever heard. Her ob-
ect in life was setting.
She preferred eggs to set on, but
when they Wa nt handy, wasn't above
anything else Next to real eggs, OF
course, ehe'd take artificial ones
these here china nest-ggs Seemed
to get more satisfaction out Of EN-
than she could out OF corncobs. or
piece of chalk, or a brickbat Next
to porcelain eggs she cottoned to door
knobs, white fust, brind,e if she
couldn't get white Preferred EN- on
the ground, but, if necessary, could
fly up and make the attempt to hatch
EN- out right on the door. bracinR Ole
foot on the key, and squawkiug good
deal down in her throat if anybody
opened the door. Powerful hand to
60 Quawk quawk just like that
way down in her throat, if she was
disturbed when she Was setting.
Hoped on to the back platform Of
the passenger train one day and cot
down on the bright head Of bolt.
Seen her mistake at the second sta
tion down, and come back or the
freight. setting on chunk of coal In
the tender. Cyclone blowed away the
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