The Jennings daily record., 1902-05-22
Judge lBldck dckehhdm'S Heroic Moment
BY JAMES NOEL JOHNSON. :
Copyright, 1902. by Daily Story Pub G


I have been spending bit of the
torrid season with my friend Judge
Thomas Marshall BIackenham of Ty-
CART Creek, Kentucky.
After dinner to-day the Judge led the
| way to the broad veranda. The Judge
ponderously seated himself in shrek
| ing rustic .rocking-chair threw his
| fat right leg across the left, pushed
| backward and rested chunky nst
| Chat held the handle OF a palm leaf)
| on the center of his protuberant girth-
Soon through the heated silence
came the imperious voice OF Mrs.
/ Blackenham:
do all that over again. my lady!
saw you souse a plate in the water.
I. turn it over q time or two, give 1T
slap and q swipe with the drying rag
and dismiss it. Do it all over again"
That's tough on Lille, hot as it is.
but there is ne help for it," spoke the
Judge in smiling sympathy; her
mother would never abate one jot or
title Of her stringent housewifery ex-
actions" tF
What wonderfully lucky man you
are, Judge" 1 said. with the frank
freedom Of intimacy. I'm your wife
the beautiful and practical have met In
harmonious union. How could you,
with your careless habits, ever win a
woman Of such punctilious precise
ness?" -
The Judge rolled his sunset face over
toward me. He affected indignation.
What do you mean, sub? While prob
ably am no prize beauty now, l was
the Lochfnvar Of this state. I was the
glass OF gallantry, the beau ideal. the
tossing blossom of kentucky chilvalry.
sub! Twas her was a lucky woman,
sub; yes, sub. though at one time. suh
she didn't have the propah apprecia-
ton of it, probably"
"She was the reverse of practical,
too, when she was young. sub. She
had gone to school at Lexington few
terms and when she returned her lit
tie brown head fairly swarmed with
romantic ideas. A dishrag in her
white hands then would have seemed
defilement. Though rich in all the al
Turing grace of manner and physical
attributes of perfect femininity, she
seemed to possess no inclination for
the sterner sex. We young fellows in
. the community who aspired to hold
e hea-y on a level with hers were great
:, ly nonplused at her frigid bearing. We
= couldn't believe she was born man
:, hater. Her glowing lips, her pink
@ mantled cheeks, her sparkling blue
eyes, her form filing all the rules OF
n perfect symmetry, her step light as il
she trod an unpalpable substance, al
V conspired to resent such a charge
: But she gave scant attention to us,
>. tell you.
? Tom Baker bought a span of fine
= bay horses and a buggy to macth
| do he do CHI hv har
: his grand steeds shifting the hard roac
with rapid, ringing hoofs. his bugg!
wheels richly humming, the black tol
catching and throwing sunlight a
every motion. Twas all vanity ant
y vexation. She scarcely gave his show.
equipage a glance. or II she did deigl
# look it was to wonder why a youni
e man of his lean means should incur s.
= much expense to advertise himself
n fool He soon sold his rig at. hal
IS price and left for Frankfort, where h
e is now a popular saloonkeeper.
= "Milt Turner bought suit Of clothe
n on a credit-worth seventy-fve dol
is lars The next Sunday when h
A. thought she was badly in need of hi
a. company ,me, she told him her p
=. was all the company she required. H
n is now a restaurant keeper in Chicag &c
,g John De Laney. knowing her to b
20 a church member, thought the shol
-o cut to her heart was the minister's
a, path. Accordingly he went to Cincir
~ natl. and for six months gorged hi
s mind on theology. He returned wit
g a smooth face, an affectedly meek, br
:, withal, superior clerIcal smile, Ions
=, tailed, black coat and nicely gotte
" up parson voice. lie made an appoin
~ ment TO preach, but 10! though tt
~ house was jammed by a curiol
- throng, the only one he would haN