The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1902-02-28
HOW OLD SOL BOLTON DIED.
A Story With a Satirical Turn
to It.
zeke Kase in Nashville American.

Zeke Kase in Nashville American
Old Sol Bolton was fearful
eater, regular gormandizer, in
fact, and he was as proud of this
brutal propensity as if it had been
some great accomplishment ac-
quired onl y after much labor and
privation. He often boosted that
he could oct run, out-jump, or
out eat, anything upon the borders
of the Forked Deer. But he over
did himself at last, and died upon
the operating table, kindly assist
ed in this last meritorious act by
the unerring scalpal of the late
DR.. Special.
Old Soils undoing came about
at Sam Smiths log rolling, where
they had too much that was good
for the inner man. But if country
people ever have anything along
this line at all, it always makes its
appearance at log-rollings and
house raisings. Smith being no
exception to the general rule, his
dining table at noon fairly groan-
ed under its weight of appetizing
viands. Old Sol was in his glory
that day; he was as happy as a
country darkey with her town
beau, but he kept one ear CON
stantly turned towards the house,
50 anxious was he to hear the wei
come notes of the dinner horn.
After listening in vain for an hour
or more for this enchanting music,
he turned to the crowd and said,
Boys, haint had marry bite to
etc sence brekfas'. | am as boiler
of vittles as our Legislators air of
ideas, and l pintedly KANT stand
hit much longer. Eff that air hoan
don't blow purity soon, by gannY,
Ple 60 down thar and blower my
self"
When the horn did at last an
nounce the hour for dinner, Sol
was the first man at the table and
the last 10 leave it. How he ever
managed to hold so much has al
ways been a mystery to me, but
he did it nevertheless. and seemed
as jolly afterwards as a Methodist
parson at camp-meeting.
But after dinner was over, and
the hands returned to their labors
| noticed that old Sol was not al
together so glib and frisky as he
had been. He seemed very slow
in moving, as if he had leaden
weights attached to his feet, and
when he arrived at the new
ground, instead of joining the
others, he took a seat upon a con-
venient log, occasionally glancing
at the hands at work, but more
often leaning forward with his
head in his hands seemingly in a
deep study. When dark began to
gather, and the men to depart for
their several homes, he was the
last to leave the field. 1T was
noticed and remarked by his wife
when he fnall y sauntered in home
that he neither kicked the dogs,
nor cuffed the children, which was
very unusual with him. Instead,
he took a seat in the corner of the
fireplace and sat quietly gazing at
the Goals, saying nothing to any
one. After calling him to supper
for the third time, without reeeiv-
ing any reply, she went up to him
and said, ''Sol Bolton, whatever is
the matter with you; never in my
born days have | known you to
fail to eat afore. Air you a-hurt-
in, or what is the matter long O.
YOU"
SOL BEGINS TO ALL.
"Well, Saludy Ann" says he,
''to tell you the God-er-mighty,
world without end truth, | air a
hurtin', an hurtin' bad. l sho'ly
must er tuck cold at that dadgast-
ed log-rollin'; node l was dom
it, too, when Joe Ledsinger's
hand-stick broke and sot me flat
down on the cold ground. | ketch
ed cold enough right thar and then
to start a first class ic1 factory"
She finally induced him to take
some catnip tea and 90 to bed.
But Just as she got him cleverly in
bed, and began to tuck the cover
around him he suddenly kicked it |
all off, jumped out of bed, and
began roaming over the house,
dreadfully. Again and !