The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-05-20
Judge Blackenham'S Heroic Moment
b1 JAMEo NOhi1 3Of1NSON.
Copyright, 1902. by Daily Story Pub. G

l have been spending bit of the
| torrid season with my friend Judge
| Thomas Marshall Blackenham of Ty-
CART Creek, Kentucky.
After dinner to-day the Judge led the
! way to the broad veranda. The Judge
| ponderously seated himself in a Shrek
! ing rustic rocking-chair. threw his
| fat right leg across the left, pushed
| backward and rested a chunky fist
| Chat held the handle of 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! l
saw you souse plate in the water.
turn it over time or two, give it a
slap and a 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 no help for it," spoke the
Judge in smiling sympathy; her
mother would never abate one jot or
| little of her stringent housewifery ex-
| actions
What a wonderfully lucky man you
are, judge l 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 l am no prize beauty now, l was
the Lochinvar of this state. I was the
glass of gallantry. the beau ideal. the
| tossing blossom of Kentucky chilvalry,
! sub! Twas her was q lucky woman,
sub; yes, sub, though at one time, sub,
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 a 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
/ deflement. Though rich in all the al
| laring 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
hes---, on level with hers were great
ly nonplused at her frigid bearing. We
! couldn't believe she was a born man
| hater- Her glowing lips, her pink
mantled cheeks. her sparkling blue
| eyes, her form filling all the rules of
perfect symmetry. her step light as if
| she trod an unpatpable substance all
conspired to resent such a charge
! But she gave scant attention to u.s.
tell you.
Tom Baker bought span of fine
| bay horses and a buggy to macth
Every day he would dash by her house
| his grand steeds shifting the hard road
with rapid, ringing hoofs, his buggy
wheels richly humming, the black top
| catching and throwing sunlight at
every motion. Twas all vanity and
veXation. She scarcely gave his snowy
equipage a glance, or If she did deign
a look it was to wonder why a young
man Of his lean means should incur SO
much expense to advertise himself a
fool. He soon sold his rig at half
price and left for Frankfort, where he
is now popular saloonkeeper.
"Milt Turner bought suit of clothes
on credit-worth seventy-fve dol
lars. The next Sunday when he
thought she was badly in need of his
company ,me, she told him her pa
was all The. company she required. He
| is now restaurant keeper in Chicago
John De Laney, knowing her to be
church member, thought the short
cut to her heart was the ministerial
path. Accordingly he went to Cincin-
natl. and for six months gorged his
mind on theology. He returned with
a smooth face, an affectedly meek, but
| withal. superior clerical smile, a long
| tailed. black coat and a nicely gotten
up parson voice lie made an appoint
ment to preach, but 10! though the
house was damned by a curious
throng. the only one he would have