Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1900-10-20
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TROUBLE ON REBEL GUICH. :
* BY James Noel Lehnsen. X
*
BY Lamee Noel Lehnsen.
lone Little Girl in Blue" Etc.

lone Little Girl in Blue" Etc.
copyrighted 1900, Daily Story Pub. Coz
I 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 pleading.
Turning a sharp angle in the road, 1
beheld a log cabin a short distance
ahead, Rugged by a rail fence.
Before the door l saw an understood
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 a
hickory in the good right hand of the
woman.
Thi will teach you. you deceptious
dog, now ter put up another job on \
pore, innocent, motherless gal: won't it
Ell? (whack whack). Won't it, eh? I
think sorter it will!'
The poor fellow. now with a vail of
agony, broke fro mthe woman, and ran
toward the fence. She ollowed like a
maddened bovine, and, just as he reach
ed the rails, her foot caught him with a
force that sent him s~prawling 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 di-
rection he a gone with crooked brows,
then from her stern lips broke such a
laugh of cold ~malignancy that my blood
was chilled.
I started to ride on, but she shouted:
"Hold up, thar, stranger
!; 1 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 l don't want no lynn
tales to go out that l treated him SO
mean he had to leave me. No, sir. I'm
a true, good ~woman-who longs to be a
kind, lovin' IN gentle companion. I was
forced into what I done. I'm gentle as
dew in err morning glory's 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 Tennes-
see about a month ago. He sot his de-
ceptious eye on my little home here, my
two mich cows, and three-acre crop of
te~rbacker. He come to see me every day
Or two, an l soon seed that his love for
my baked sweet taters, butter an sweet
milk was a CROWN violent in him.
When I'd cut all my terbacker, an got. it
hung in the barn, he proposed to me.
I feared his love didn't reach across the
later dish and rich, sweet butter, an
SO I tole him No,
Then, Sal Patton-a gal what's bin
a hatin' me all her life, jist cause my
pore old dad killed her'n for informin'
on him-this Sal Patton, I say took to
goin' with him, an she appeared to lean
on him like err sick kitten to a hot jam
rock. Woman-like, when I seed my en-
envy so dead stuck on him, he appeared
a heap purifier to me, al my heart begin
to whisper things that 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
t ONE an sed: .Ain't that Hon. James
P. Saddler, son of Judge Joe Sa ldler, a
wealthy citizen of Carter county, Ten
nessee?' l tole him the thing called him
self Saddler, but l didn't know about
him bein a son of er wealthy judge.
"'NVell,' smiled the stranger, he is jist
who | thought. He alers was an odd
chicken. He is the pride of Tennessee,
an the pick of all the gals, but he
waived 'em all aside. He sed the gals
Wuz only arter him for his wealth an
position, an that he never intended to
marry no one that moved of his high
station. He would go far, far away,
somewhere an marry some poor gal who