Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1902-11-13

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put water in it. Anyway we was on
didn't we, Milt?'
"Ruther, 1 reckon" responded Mr..
Burgess to Mr.. Hostetter's appeal. 'And
we wasn't no towards neither"
Much obleeged, Milt," said Mr.. Hos
letter gratefully. LAS l was sayin' ,
we was there prompt, and the general
superintendent ranged us up about
twenty feet apart and give orders that
we was not to shoot till we got the
word 'Firev after he had counted three
and drapped hat
There wasn't no foolishness about
it neither" put in Mr.. Burgess, fer
me ana Hi seen to it that they didn't
put UP no job ON us by not loadin' the
guns right, fer when they handed them
to us, sayin' they was all right, we
poured handful Of duck shot in each
bar'l, SOS there wouldn't be any mis-
takes"
"Much obleeged, Milt," said Mr.. Hos
letter. LAS l was sayin', we was to
shoot at the word, and we stood loOk1n'
at each other, with murder stickin' out
all over us till you could "a scraped it
Off with a chip. When man is bad
in love, he's the wust, | reckon. Any
way, we never said a word; no hand
shakin', no nothin'; just cold KILN
was what we was there fer, and we
was goin' to have it. Our seconds
kinder dallied around as if they was
waitin' fer somethin', but we stood
there waitin' fer the word to Shoot"
ut gives me goosefesh to think about
it even this fur off," commented Mr.
Burgess, with SILVER.
'Much obleeged, Milt," nodded Mr.
Hostetter in full sympathy with his
late antagonist. GAS l was sayin', we
stood there waitin with our guns
cooked and drawed tight to our Shout
ders, and the general superintendent
begun to count one two three, and we
tuck sight with intent to kill. The
superintendent stopped at three, hold
in the hat ready to drap and say
Il liz w hOA " O1ISO ChC1C w as q
rustic in the bresh, and Mirandy come
bouncin through and landed smack be-
tween the muzzles Of the guns"
'Dern if 1 didn't think it was an
angel drapped out Of the sky" ex-
claimed Mr.. Burgess feelingly.
Much obleeged, Milt," responded Mr..
Hostetter. GAS l was sayin', Mirandy
landed right betwixt us and throwed
UP one hand.
"'What air you plumb lifts goin' to
do?' says she, lookin' first at one of us
and then at t'other.
Coin to shoot each other said the
superintendent, bowin' low.
"'What fer?' says she, lookin' at us.
"'Fer YOU says l.
"'Fer you,' says Milt.
"Then she laughed so loud and kind
er raw that it shuck the bark off a
hickory tree standin' jist by the edge
of the clearin'.
"'Well, gentlemen says she, startin'
to git out of the way and talkin' in
reg'ler book langwidge and as perlite
as a basket of chips, don't let me in
terfere with the festivities, but before
actual hostilities begin l think l owe
it to each of you to say that you had
better go over to Pleasant Ridge first
and Shoot John Henshaw, for l am 60
in to marry him next Tuesday week,
Providence permittin'. Fire!'
"Mirandy stood lookin' at us, the SUI
perintendent snorted, the seconds laid
down in the weeds and rolled over and
me ard Milt shuck hands and walked
off the field, not sayin' dern word to
nobody, and we didn't go to the we'd
din neither"
'Its a affydavit fact, gents" corrob-
grated Mr.. Burgess.
much obleeged, Milt," said Mr.. Hos
letter. cit shore is"