The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1901-06-07

airy. He was as polite as the proven
bal basket Of chips and he talked as
n ne were reading out Of a particularly
correct book. Llsh saw him coming
down the road IN his buggy and hailed
him and asked him If he wouldn't stop
at Uncle Billy's and get him a pound
OF soda. He had Just come from the
store himself and knew how the old
man was feeling on the subject
"I will do so with pleasure, Mr..
Jewett. said the pastor II there Is
any other little commission with
which you desire 10 intrust me do not
hesitate to mention It. I shall be most
pleased to execute IT,
That's all, thanky, Mr.. Dolby says
Lish. I'll be obleeged to YOU
$50 the pastor cucked to his horse
and logged on to the store. where he
found the old man Just in the act Of
filling his face with tobacco.
Howdy, passon,' he said as soon
as he had got his guild into his check
How do you do. Mr. stoval.' says
the pastor I hope you are in good
health
"oh torable. torable. says Uncle
Billy
Have you got any soda. Mr..
Stoval?' says the pastor.
"'Sody!' says Uncle Billy 'sody!
sody did you say? Why. dog my cats,
I've got sody enough ter raise the
northeast corner of hades!'
Another time. I remember, Glen
Burr came down to visit his sister.
Glen was a conductor on some rail-
road, and we had a great deal Of re-
spect for railroads in our town, the
nearest one being about 80 miles away,
and there was a general idea that the
conductors owned the railroads Add
/ to this that our common wear was
butternut and hickory, as to our trous-
ers and shirts. and you can imagine
the swath that Glenn cut when he came
back after an absence of is years
dressed in a new blue uniform with
I
clean white shirts and collars and
boots that were polished every day.
"He wasn't puffed up with his great
ness by any means, but you know how
it is. Some of the folks somehow got
the idea that he was proud just be-.
cause he wore good clothes. They
couldn't forgive his buttons, either.
Uncle Billy seemed to think that he
was putin on dog and he wasn't
what you would call exactly cordial
with Clem-hadn't anything against
him, but having known him as a little
frecklefaced, barelegged kid, with one
suspender and a perennial sore toe,
he took his little refinements of dress
and speech as a sort of insult to the
community.
zone evening Clem's sister asked
him if he wouldn't go to the store and
get some onions, and so Glen came
into Uncle Billy's.' l was there that
evening with the rest of them. watch
ing the game Of checkers that the
old man was playing with Tom Pardet
from Tarho. 1t was a great game
and as many as dozen were watching
it with absorbed interest. Glenn stood
a while and watched it. too, although
he wasn't interested. Nobody haC
taken any notice of him when he came
in except to look up for an instant, anC
Uncle Billy didn't even do that. A
last Glenn plucked up courage ant
said Have you got any onions, Uncl
Billy?'
"'Uncle Billy studied the board ant
stroked his whiskers, and then jumpet
three men and crowned his own, to tn
Tarkio players intense modification
After he had done that he says
: What's that, Clem?'
Have you got any onions?
"'N-huh. It's your move. Tom
!. "Clem went out kind of wonderin
? how it came that produce had falle
2 off to that extent and Uncle Billy
4 made his next move. Not until tn
game was finished and the piece
j placed for the next one did the oil
+ man look up. Then he shifted bac
e his chair a little and said, dryly:
: wonder if that blamed fool didn't mea
: 'inguns.'
"And now the poor old man is deat
: wish I had known it in time l b
lieve I'd have run down and attende
:, the funeral. Chicago Record.
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