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

I the bottle. I looks on that witticism of hi.
as plump apt
MY grandfather reesomes colone
Green. after bein' refreshed, is as full Of
fun as money musk. an when that audienc,
gets onto the Joke. in its completeness. tht
merriment is wide an ~yooniyersal. It's the
hit Of the barbecue: an in this way, little
by little, my grandfather wins his neigh.
bors to his idees, ontil. az I says before,
he's got the cOmmoonity all stretched an
hogtied an brands her Triumphant for Gin
eral Jackson
An does your own pap follow in the
footprints OF his old gent. as a convincin'
en- determined statesman that away? asks
/ Doc Poets.
NO says Colonel Green, my own per-
sonal parent SINNERS down a who!e lot
compared to my grandfather. He don't
take his politics SO much to heart; his
democracy amt so virulent an don't strike
in. His only firm stand on questions of
state. az l relates the other day. is when
he insists on bein' nootral doorin' the late
war. I explains how he talks Federal an
thinks reb. an manages that away to
promote a decent average
His MORTALITY. however. don't incloode
NAS A"hA OAN IVA SCiA-oh 1
never beholds a laughter sperit-goes
squanderin' of with Morgan at the first
boogle CALL
THAT raid Of Morsan's.' says Old Man
Enright, his eye brightenin'. il plumb full
OF dash an fire.
Shore says the Colonel, plumb full of
dash an fire. But Jen tells me Of It later
foot by foot. from the time they crosses
tho river into Injeanny. till they comes
squatterIn' across at Blenerhasset's Island
into Kaintucky ag' in. an I sadly. though
frankly. admits 1t looks like 1t possesses
some elements Of a chicken stealth expedi-
tion also. JEFF says he never secs 10 mani
folks sincere an with their minds made
Up, as him an Morgan an the rest Of the
Bloc Grass chivalry encounters in that
croosade. Thar's an uprisen' OF the peas
antry. JEFF says. wherever they goes; an
them clods pursooes Jef an the others
from start to finish with hoes an rakes an
mattocks an clothes poles an puddin's
sticks an other barbarous an obsolete
arms. an never lets up ontil Jen an Nor
gan an their gallant comrades are ag'in
safe in the arms Of their Kaintucky breth-
rem. Their stay in any given spot 10 trooly
brief. Tina town Of Cincinnati makes up
a bundle of money big enough to choke a
cow to give 'em as a ransom; but jeff an
Morgan never do hear Of II for years. They
goes by SO plum swift they don't get no.
tice; an they fades way in the distance 70
fast they keeps ahead of the news. How
ever, they gets back to Kaintucky safe an
covered with dust an glory in even parts:
an as for JEFF spechul. as the harvest OF
his valor. he reports himself the owner Of
one-sixth interest in a sleigh which him an
five Of his indomitable companions has done
drug across the river on their return. But
they don't linger over this trophy: dooty
calls 'em. % they stores the sleigh in .
barn an rides away to further honors.
1--WE never do hear Of Jef none all
through that war. but once. After he's
fined Stonewall Jackson. I recalls how he
send home six hundred dollars in Confed-
crate money with q letter to my father.
1t runs like this:
"'"In camp With
"."Stonewall Jackson.
"''Respected Sir:
"'"'The Niger who bears this viii give
you from me a treasure Of 500 dollars l
desire that you pay the tavern an what
ever other creditors Of mine you finds. To
owe debts does not comport with the honor
of cavalier. an I proposes to silence all
base clamors on that head. / remain. most
venerated sir,
to command.
"'"JEFFERSON GREEN"
That's the last VEAL hears OF my
IN h~igh-sperited brother ontil aft
err Mister Lee surrenders. It's one mornin'
JEFF comes home. an the manner OF his |
return shorely displays his nobility Of soul
that away. as ond.scouraged an ondimmed. |
ones lookin' for JEFF particular. when l
hears a steamboat whistle for our landin'.
1 bein' as I am q child Of IA at the time. /,
an full of the ontamed cur osity of youth |
goes curvin' out to see what's up. I hears
the pilot give the engineer the bells to set |
her back on the sta'board wheel. an then
on both. The boat comes driftin' in. A
stagin' is let down an with the tread Of a |
who should come ashore but my
JEFF! Thar's nothin' in his hands. !
he amt got nothin' with him that he amt
An all he has on is a old wool