The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-12-04
Short Stories
 from
 Real Life.

"I'lI tell you a story that explains why a precinct in my part of the State went solid against certain perennial candi- date in a recent State election" said South Alabama farmer yesterday.
 Tt had been the custom of this Peren- nial Candidate to make periodical hunt ing trips to a locality in our section. He lives in North Alabama, but when he tires of business cares he had a way of Jumping on a trai nand going to South Alabama where he would spend a week or two fishing and hunting with certain honest countryman. The countryman en- tertained him royalty, killed game for him, caught fish for him and sent him back to his home in a good humor. Then the countryman would get the North Alabama newspapers and read graphic stories that had to do with the great bags of game captured by the Perennial Candidate in the wilds of South Alabama.
 The countryman stood for the news paper yarns but he lost confidence in the Perennial Candidate when he failed to keep a promise.
 'It happened this way:
 About two months before an election in which the Perennial Candidate was to stand for a high office. the Perennial Candidate was seized with a desire to visit the hunting grounds. When he reached there the countryman was ready to do him honor.
 .'""Jirr1. you've been so kind to me said the Perennial Cand date, I've decided to make you a present of very fine gun and I'll send it to you as soon as I go back home.'
 "'Consarn im.' says Jim, when he tells the story, T come near working my dogs to death fer i'm. The old oman she give i'm everything to eat in the house. worked hard for that gun. I kilt i'm deer and I kilt i'm two turkeys. l caught i'm as fine a string O fish as ever come out'n ther river. He took 'em home and read in ther papers about is narrer es- cape when he kilt ther deer. waited two months an my ole oman she wrote i'm a letter. ain't had no answer to ther letter
 Then Jim kinder sighs and looks pleasant. Did you hear that old beat q cast every one O her votes agin Pe- renniai Candidate? he asks, and the off, cial returns answer his question"
 The race horse world is bent towards New Orleans. Every train bound South bears either a horse owner. trainer, jockey or two, or a stray bookmaker skeltering down to the Crescent City Tor the fall meet which began last week.
 On a SOutnDounQ FuttIIlAH tdst AASh1 oh odd trio were journeying together for the Mecca. One of the trio was a tall, dark visaged man with loud clothes and plenty of diamonds sparkling at various points in his raiment. Another was beautiful young woman in stylish attire, while the third was evidently a jockey, proclaimed such by his diminutive person ana the tender care lavished on him by the other two. The trio were sized up by the oth- CT passengers as a horse owner, his wife and the lad who rides their colors to victory or defeat on the race track
 At Opelika the three left the Pullman they gave a striking illustration of the hardships of a jockeys life.
 The boy, who seemed about as hungry as bear, picked up the menu card ana
 Here, here" exclaimed the man who wore diamonds, you can't eat that, Sykes. What do you think you are going to New Orleans for-to ride an eie- phant?"
 The lad whined bit and then ordered
 The woman said something to him in a soothing voice and the boy smiled; W me they waited for the order to be tilled the boy leased the other two by calling the walters and demanding that they bring him wine OF beer or anything else ms fancy suggested- He ,. was st,pus pusy ans apr of
 
 course kept his companions just as busy the orders.
 They all seemed to be the best of chums and what was denied the little rider was in the friendliest spirit imaginable and he took 1t in the same spirit He realized that 1t was for the purpose of keeping down his weight and he entered into the self denial willingly, though he was just at the age when ordinary boys would have torn the sides out of the dining car if they were asked to practice the same rigid economy in eating.
 They met on Dexter Avenue. They were farmers come to town to attend the Good Roads Convention.
 "Hay-ho. thar Bill" said the one with the red whiskers. By gum, ain't seen
 well bless my life. eff it aint Rube Jones'" exclaimed the one with the funny bald spot in his head, as he extended his horny hand.
 ing his fat sides. Bill you're lookin jes' as nat'ral as a hens nest"
 "Ain't changed a bit, Rube; aint changed a bit"
 Nav, you aint changed bit. Even your shirr looks nat'ral. Flaw. haw. A cloud came over the face of the one with the bald spot at the suggestion con- tained in the rural joke and the conver- sation was drowned in the busy hum of the city,