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

That's what 1t is. It's a couple OF
gents playin' seven-up: an bein' crowded.
they yootlizes my grandfather for a table.
This sport Is swingin' the ace for the OPP
p'site party's jack. an he boards his kyard
with that enthoosiasm It comes might ciost
to dislocatin' my old gents shoulder. But
l he's the last Kaintuckian to go inerterin'
| with the reservations Of others. so he lays
| still an prone till the hands played out.
"'''High, jack. gamer says the stranger
countin' up; that puts me out an one over
for ~lannyap."
This yere seven-up gent turns out to
be Gin'ral jackson. an him an my grand
! father camps down in a corner. drinks up
the quart Of Cincinnati Rectiied, which
is the stakes. an becomes mootuaily ac-
quainted. An gents. 1 says, it with pride.
| the hero Of the Horseshoe. an the walioper
Of them English at Moo Orleans takes TO
my grandfather like a honeysuckle to u
front porch.
My grandfather comes plenty near for
feitin' them good opinions OF the Gin'ral.
though. It's the next day, an that ancestor
Of mine an the Gin'ral Is roverin' them
SETS from the conversation OF the night
before, with a glass or two OF tanzy bitters,
when n lady. who descends on the boat at
Madison. comes bulgin' into the gents
cabin. The captains an two or three OF
the boats folks tries to herd her into the
women's cabin. but she withers 'em with q
look. breshes 'em aside. an stampedes along
In among the men-people, like 1 explains.
About forty Of ems smokin', an n to-
bacco is a fav'rite weakness Of the tribe OF
Greens. my grandfather is smokin'. too.
"''I wants you-all to make thees yere
miscreants stop smokin'," says the lady to
the captain. who follows along at her heels.
thinkin' mebby he gets her headed right
after she's got her run out an tires down
some. You're the captain OF this tub"
rays the lady, IAN 1 demands my rights.
Make these barb'rous miscreants stop
smokin', or 1 leaves the boat ag'in right
yere."
1.-The lady's plumb fierce. an her face.
which fs stern an heroic, carries a capacity
for trouble lurkin' round In 1t, same as
one OF them bald hornets nests on a beech
limb. Nacherally. my grandfatheris gaze
gets riveted on this lady q whole lot. his
pipe hangin' forgetful from his lips. The
lady's eyes all at once comes down on my
grandfather, partic'lar an personal. an
as unexpected as a milk crock from a high
shelf.
IAN I means you spechul.'' says the
lady, p'intin' the finger Of scorn at my
grandfather. THE ides Of you standin'
thar smokin' in my very face. IN me a
totterin' invalid. shows you amt nothin'
but a brute. II I was your wife, I'd shore
ly give you p'isen."
"'"which II you vas my wife. I'd shore
take it, says my grandfather: for them
epithets spurs him on the raw. an he for
gets he's a gent tina away an lets ny this
yare retort before he can give himself the
curb.
1.-THE moment my grandfather makes
them observations. the lady catches her
face-which. as I tells you. is q cross be-
tween a gridiron an a steel trap-with both
her hands. shakes her ha'r down her q
an cuts loose = screen which. like q bar
in . haws-pen. carries all before II. Then
she falls into the captains arms an Or
ders him to pack her out on deck where
she can faint.
"..whatever be you-all insultin' this
yefe lady for?' says a passenger. turnin'
on my grandfather like . crate Of Wildcats
(Which I'm the Roarin' Wolverine Of
Smoky Bottoms! an I waits for q reply"
My grandfather Is standin' thar some
.confoosed an wrought up. an warm as a
wolf. thinkin'how ornery he's been by get
tin acrid with that lady. tn way he feels.
this ysre Roarin' Wolverine party comes
ard as a boon. The old gentleman
simply falls upon him, jaw an claw. an
goes to smashin' furniture an flixin's with
him. The Roarin' Wolverine allows after !
when him an my grandfather drinks a
toddy an compares notes. while q 1ack-iaig
doctor who's aboard sews his year back
on, that he thinks at the time it's the boat
blowfn's up.
"."she's shore the widest ekfrmage I
participates En-" says the Roarin' |
Wolverine. IAN the busiest. I wouldn't !
have missed It for a small clay farm"
but Gin'ral Jackson when he
from offerin' condolences to the lady, |
looks dignifed an shakes his head a heap
grave.
"'"Them contoomelious remarks to the