The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1902-12-03

0oH you Gail me names you
old hairl 'ss T in cerotr'
"And don't you flourish your
fist bsfore my nose or I'll break you
in twol"
The passengers separated them
and they rode to the end of the
line without murder having been
committed. There was an autumn
view all ready for.the kodaker. A
poor old horse who had lived his
years and was waiting for the grim
specter to clutch his throat, stood
looking out the door of tum.
bledown log stable. The kodak
was set up aud focused but just as
the button was about to be pressed
farmer, who was pulling turnips
behind the stable made his appear
snce aud demanded:
Now then what is all about2
You stop right where you are or
there will be-a row.
Il was simply getting ready to
take a picturs of the old horse and
the stable" explained Mr.. Bowser.
"Then you needn't go any farth-
er. There's been more'n a hundred
of your kind along here this year
and they We trampled down my
crops. stole my fruit and fiirted
with my gals and L haven't got
cent out of it. If you don't want
to pay $40 for picture you can
git"
Mr.. Bowser got. He wanted to
have a row over it but the farmer
had a club in his hand and looked
as if he wouldn't hesitate to swipe
kodak off the face of the earth.
In the next field which belong
ed to another farm was a COW un-
ner tree 1t was an autumn COW
and an autumn tree and properly
framed would make back parlor
picture to be proud of. The pose
of both cow and tree all that could
be desired by the most exacting ar
tist. Mr.. Bowser got right to work.
So did the farmer and his son who
were puttering about the barn.
They came down on a run. The
old man shrilly demanded to know
who had given the kodaker per.
mission to come squirting around
that field.
81 simply wanted a picture of
the COW and tree" was explained.
well, you can't have it. A fell
ler who looked just like you come
along here last week and squinted
around for piotur's and when he
had gone 1 missed a plow and
drag. Don't be two minutes get
ting out O. here"
Mr.. Bowser's first impulse was
to fight but he reflected that aut.
umn views awaited him farther on,
so he swallowed his indignation
and climbed the fence.
AT the back of another farm
house stood a giant oak whose
leaves had turned to gold and be-
meath its spreading branches re-
posed seven hogs. They had eaten
their fill of acorns and gone to
sleep. Any artist with half an eye
could see that it was the opportu.
nifty of lifetime to combine aut-
umn scenery and sugar cured hams
in one picture. Mr.. Bowser chuck
led with satisfaction as he set up
his shooter.
There was only one thing more.
The pose of one of the hogs was a
little off and must be improved.
Very quietly the artist went for
ward and bestowed kick where it
would do the most good The
watchword of that drove of hogs
was, IF you kick one, you kick
all. The first porker had no sooner
scrambled up with a grunt of in
quiry than the other six followed
suit. No hog could make out just
what was going on. but all decided
to move on and think it over. They
moved in Mr.. Bowser's direction of
course. and the result was that he
was flung down and run over.
This wasn't the worst of it, how
ever.
He had only got up when three
strapping sons of the farmer, show
ed up and accused him of an in.
tention to steal hogs. He boiled
over and called them liars, and
then there was collision. Mr.
Bowser cut loose and made the