The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-12-08

, lady," he says to my grandfather. lower,
you in my esteem q lot, An while the
way you breaks up that settee with the
Roarin' Wolverine goes some toward re-es'
| tablishin' you. still l shall not look or
| you as the gent 1 takes you for ontfl you
seeks this yere injured female an craw-
fishes on that p'isen takin' bluff"
$50 my grandfather goes out an deck
where the lady is still sobbin' an hangin'
on the captains neck like the locD Of a
rope. an %pologizes. Then the lady takes a
brace, accepts them contributions an puts
1t up for her part that she can see my
grandfather's a shore-enough gent an a son
Of chivalry: an with that the riot winds
up plumb pleasant all around
III I may come romancin' in yere.' says
Doc Poets. sort o. breakin' into the play
at this pint. with a interruption. l wants
to say I Regards this as a very pretty
the Coloners grandfather We drinks ac-
cordin' an the Colonel resoomes.
My grandfather comes back from this
yere expedition down the Ohio a most voy-
lent Jackson a An he's troo to his
faith as a adherent to Jackson through
times when the Clay folks gets that intern
peratc they hunts 'em with dogs. The old
gent was wont. as l suggests. to reegale
my childish years with the story of what
he suffers. He tells how he goes ptrootin'
on among the farmers in the back coun-
ties; sleepin' IN husk beds. till the bed
ropes cuts plumb through an marks out a
checker board on his frame that would stay
for months. Once he's sleepin' In a loft.
an all OF . student about daybreak the
old gent hears a squall that mighty near
locoes him. it's so near an terrible. He
boils out on the floor an begins to claw
on his dude. allowin'. bein' he's only half
awake that away. that It's q passed. OF
them murderin' Clay Wings who's come to
crawl his hump for shore. But she's false
alarm. It's only a big Dom'nick rooster
who's been perched all night on my grand
fathers wrist where his arm sticks out of
bed. an who's done crowed a whole lot. as
is his habit when he glints the comm day.
It's them sort o. things that sends a shud-
der through you an shows what that old
patriot suffers for his faith.
but my grandfather keeps on prevail
lin along in them views ontil he jest mach
orally conquers his county an carries her
for Jackson. Shore. he has trouble at the
polls. an trouble in the conventions. But
he persists. an he's that domineerin' an
dogmatic they at last not only gives him his
way, but comes rackin' along with him. In
the last convention ne sort o herds things
into q corner. an thars only forty votes
agin him at the finish. My grandfather
always says when reclaim Of it 10 me long
afterwards:
Ian. grandson wil!yum. i've gallons
more Of rum would have made that conven-
ton yo~onanimous."
but what he'ps the old gent most to-
ward the last 10 q flint debate ne has with
Spence witherspoon which begins with
reecrim'nations IN winds up with the
guns. Also. 1t leaves this yere aggravatin'
Witherspoon less a whole lot.
"."Wasn't you-all for notification. an
amt you now for Jackson an the Union?'
his yere insultin' Witherspoon.
Didn't you make a Calhoun speech over
on Min Run two years ago. an amt you
at this barbecue to-day consoomin' burgoo
an shoutin' for old Hickory"
"."what you-all states is troo." says
my grandfather. But my party turns. an
II turns with It. You-all can't lose Jack
Green. He can turn o quick the heels Of
his moccasins Will be in front.
"'"Which them talents Of yours for
change" says witherspoon, reminds me q
powerful lot Of the story Of how ledge
Chinn gives Bill Hatfield. the blacksmith.
that Berkshire suckin' pig"
IAN whatever is that story?" asks my
beginnin' to loosen his bowie
knife in its sheath.
"''Take your paws of that old butcher !
Of your'n," returns this pes:erin' Wither- /:
spoon. IAN I'll tell the story. But you've
got to quit trinin' with that 'leven-irch !
knife ontil I'm plumb through. or I'll fool
you up a lot an Jest wont tell it."
"'Tharupon, my grandfather takes his
hand often the knife-haft, and Witherspoon |
branches forth:
"'''When I recalls how this oncompro-
misin' outlaw" p'intin' to my grandfather.
for Calhoun an notification over on !
Mink Run. an to-day is ycre sioutin' In a ,
way for the Union an Andy !
as 1 observes heretofore. It shore