Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1902-10-16

4: "YOu old hayseed! II ] had you
over in this pasture / would mop you
all over it If it killed every spear of
grass there was in it,"
And he replied, just as sneeringly
as he knew how: "Tompkins, I'm a
goin' tn wall this spring UP, an lcck
it with an. iron kiver; but when you
feel so inclined you kin come over,
an though you can't get at the water
you have my full permission to hear 1t
'gurgle.'"
To which went w-r-r-r-r-r-rh. And
when man goes w-r-r-r-r-r-rh he's so
mad he can't use the Anglo-Saxon Ian
guage.
watched John wall that spring up,
attach his new iron cover, and
w-r-r-r-r-r-rh'd all the way through II.
And all the while Tom Lamkin
stood leaning over his own fierce.
smoking his pipe, and watching us
and saying-nothing.
Finally, after Johns work was all
completed, it occurred to ne that
possibly I might strike that ss'ne vein
of water again.
So 1 went a little above Johns
spring, Just as he had gone above
mine, and began to dig; and hadn't
dug long before the water began to
"gush" and "gurgle" with the same
impetuosity as ever; and soon
knew by the expression on John
face, who had been watching me-
and his own spring at the same
time. that I had stolen the whole
of that blooming spring back again.
It did seem strange how the chan
mel of that water wound serpentine-
" back and forth under the soil OF
Johns pasture and mine, and both
of us living in total ignorance or
of that fact.
Well, ! transferred the iron paling
and cut granite from my first spring
and arranged them as artistically
as I knew how around the second.
John watched the proceedings, bonn
harding me with numerous ex-
pletives while the work was pro-
crossing, and of course l let him
lombard. I finished the whole thing
up grand, planted my "Crystal
Spring" sign so its front faced to-
ward Johns pasture, then snapped
my fingers at john and told him to
whistle.
"And Tom Lamkin stood leaning
over his own fence, smoking his
pipe, and watching us, and saying
nothing.
Then John began to wake up and
shov signs of activity. Hardly was
my work completed before he sPat
on his two hands, grasped his spade
firmly by the handle, and, with the
same determination as before, start
ed in to steal that spring back.
And he made his work count, too.
Hang me if right up in the corner
of the fence close to Tom Lamkin's
land and mine, that old cross-grained
Ishmaelite didn't strike water again;
and when he did and l inspected my
own spring, the water began to
gurgle less and less until finally it
died out and stopped altogether.
knew it was then or never with
me, so, grasping my spade, | darted
into my own corner of the fence
and began to dig dirt, too.
Holy smoke! how the soil did fly.
Some of Johns mud plastered me,
and some of my mud plastered John.
And that water, as if trying to
please both at the same time, first
"gurgled" on one side of the fence
and then "gurgled" on the other.
1t was mud and water flying here,
mud and water flying there, mud and
water shooting in every conceivable
direction, and with John and my
self right in the center of attrac
ton.
And in the end, to serve us both
right, Tom Lamldn, who at divers
times had been leaning over his
fence, smoking his pipe and watch
ing us, and saying nothing, went to
work on his own land, found that
same channel, cut it off, dug a ditch
up over the hill and down to his own
premises, put in a ram, and took
nearly every drop of that blamed
water right over to his own house.
N. Y. Times.