Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1901-04-05
Fl Fesu Remarks on
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THE stock tender, who was con-
sidered "somethin' NV dood"
and had a pronounced taste for hair
and leather bijouterie, had been oc-
cupied most of the afternoon put
ting the finishing touches to scarf
holder which he had carved out of
blue poker chip in quite delicate
filigree. He was seriously annoyed
when it slipped from his fingers and
broke. At least the old bull whacker
surmised that he was from the ma
ture of the expressions that he used.
ut pears to tickle you to DEATH"
he said, savagely, turning on the old
man, after long interval of silence.
I'D know why you should assoom
that, Henry" said the old bull
whacker, with mild seriousness.
did l whoop an holler? Did slap
my knee? Did / say anythin' ut all,
or so much as crack smile?"
NO" admitted the stock tender,
"you didn't, but know derned well
you was tickled to death jest the
samme. That was the agrervatin'
part of it. Why didn't you say
sunthin'?"
"You seemed like you WIZ pluggin'
along tol'rable well by yourself
'thout any of my help. / reckon you
wanted the sweet solus of addressin'
your remarks to me personally, but
/ never was no hand to tend horses
an / don't want to have the stage
delayed on account of the agent
havin' TO rustic around for live boy
to take your place. You know as
well as / do, Henry, that you couldn't
attend to your onrus dooties as
chambermaid an VALET loaded down
with your responsibilities an
four or five 3s-caliber balls. That nd
be expectin' too much of you"
"You hain't got no idee, I don't
reckon, what I'd be dom to pass the
time while you was pumpin' them
thirty-eights into me, have you| in
auired the stock tender, sarcastic
ally.
"We won't pursoo the subiec', Hen
ry." said the old bull whacker, ~
own up free that l hain't none sorry
for this little accident, an I'll tel
YOU why. As they conclooded dowr
to the Pizen Oak lyceum last week
there's a heap more pleasure in an
ticerpation than what there is II
reerlization, an I've ben settin' here
watchin' the reflections of your gold
en- dreams on your face as you WI
n within away at that chip an
4hinkin' how tickled she would b,
when you give it to her. could hav'
told you that she'd fool you up I
mess at the presentation, but reek
oned I'd let you get all the glad yo'
could before the showdown, but
WIZ chinnin' her piece as / com
over the trail yistiddy."
"You WASP" asked the stock tender
frowning.
"Like was her daddy, Henry, jes
like I was her daddy-thats all. Their
amt no need for you to git askeered
! might have SAID rev thlhgs 10 ne
that a person that didn't know m
would allow wuz amrus sorter, but
didn't strickly mean them thataway
an, I don't b'lieve she took 'em that
away. She'd prob'ly have got hostil
~ she had an il she thinks as much @
YOU as you think she does. Anyway,
wuz tellin' her about that game yo
wuz in with Bronx Stevens an Pasa
dena at Rosebud an | reckoned fror
what she said she wuzn't none in favo
Of boy that gambled to excess. Nv
got an idee that I'd bead her pair
moccasins or croshay tidy for her
/ wanted to make myself solid std Q
packin' chips as affecshun's offrin'."
IF / thought you'd ben backcappir
me, I'd strange you with your wills
kers," said the stock tender. Homes
Iniun, did she say anythin' about me
II promised not to tell" replied tn