The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1902-04-29
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your charity, mnguihclence, gcner.
"uSlty aud dull comprehension, Fe.
/ liz Is urged out In Duke ef yelling.
ton style, little Z,Ee smiles and s,yu,s
proud, IN clericn, cnt garment he
calls and Shaves Whist there sre
enough scraps aud patches lett over
of that second hand sui, YOU sent me.
to make crazy quilt large enough
To cover ii good sized "ingen' he'd
I'm glad you didn't understand me
! only meant suit that would II, the
"prinlerS devil, aud The one | got
was big enough for the very old devil
himself Zeke aud |, first fountains
of fiial and parental affection, are
enjoying kind of a honey moon
ran,ble together, he with his senp
hoe on his shoulder. To ne handle of
which hangs hi, worldly possession $ g..
consisting OF fine tooth comb. Il
seng poke and 5ell thumhed bible.
presented 40 him by his Uncle Lige
And | with wicker basket, bigger
than the pack If Syriau ped Ter,
/ hlled chuck full of Wit aud exper
fence, that | prapose to dispose oS to
the Chronicle, at very low rates on
the iusIalIment plan. | come down
TO Brooksvile to look Gher Billy.
and is ! had not forgot he language
I'd have sand enough cuss words to
silence all the Stump Speakers they
have in Hades. That intellectual
red stocking fraud, "Rambler"-
that !, you and every body else have
believed To he regular Blue stock
ing has starved my Angora beauty
mn, I'll swear you can hardly tell
him from a razor-backed hog, raised
In Logan county.
True tn Ezkeiel's (not Little Zpkc)
vision, the ':dry bones" of Billy. Zeke
and FehN have Informally met, and
grea. Sirrocces bu, they are dry. and
not even The prospect of damp
cloud the SIS ola mans hand" ia
sight The city of confusion is
broken down Every house is shut
up-lheres CRYING tor wine in the
streets; all joy is darkcpcd; The mirlh
Of the land is gone
Come Z exc, lead Silly. We will
shake the dust oflhe place from our
fee, or toes toward the setting sun.
Now come along silently, and ler
me mediate NJ iii sing:
IS me love to roam ore tn dark
sea foam,
Where the shrIi wind whistles flee
But chosen band in Mountain.
ier's land,
And life in the woods for me-"
Say, pap, Billy is blowed-he
can't 60. Let me turn hlm Gus
Oh n" Zeke, he's only little weak.
Those bottles have been mighty thin
diet since the "speakensies" went dry
but if we get him home, and feed him
up on that great bundle OF Chroni-
Giles that's 'cumulated while | was in
the hole, he'll be frisky as SQUIRREL
in hickory nut time, in wee or two.
See! there is Sump's mill. Wen
wind awhile with the deacon. Good
morning Deaconl Good morning
Felix ! The hard winter seems to
have treated you pretty well, but
what uo yon call that thing with the
big horns and no body, that the boy
has tied 20 his string" Thar, Dea.
con, is cross between The genus
egus cabaIlIs Of the family equindo;
and the genus capra, of the Leneare
group Of Runlua'ic-,he finest sore
backed rider on earth-In the United
states he Is known as Republican
prosperity. and Henry A bdomen Al.
tier Informed me that YOU and ESQ.
Wolverion wers going to join the
Rough Riders with the boys, SO I
brought him round 20 fit you out
with @ moun booming the brigade.
'Now, iooN here Felix, if took
this seriously, I'd stone you that YOU
die, but | know your spirit of fun.
Fakers and political green goods men
like Altizer, mny start BOYS ON a
rainbow chase after glory, but my
body, my democracy, aud nv Ban.
list religion viii e. into the grave 10.
gether' What isit Zeke? Say il
pap Say What Say what I'm.
kIe Lige would say" dant know
what Lige wor say. You are hi.
dicipIe, s'r B., yourself. Well by
roliy, he' say, I've not found so
great faith; 90, not iu all Isreal
Now, Zeke, that will do. Strinq
up Billy We must smbulate; good
bye Deacon "Gool bye Felix. buI