The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1902-05-03
Judge Blackenham'S Heroic Moment
BY M NOEL JOHNSON.
tcopyright. 1902, by Daily story Pub. G

I have been spending a bit of the
korrid season with my friend Judge
Thomas Marshall Blackenham of Ty'
CART Greek, Kentucky.
After dinner to-day the Judge led the
way to the broad veranda. The Judge
ponderously seated himself In a shrek
hng rustic rocking-chair, threw his
Tat right leg across the left, pushed
backward and rested a chunky fist
1(that held the handle of a palm leaf)
on the center of his p~rotuberant girth.
Soon through the heated silence
came the imperious voice of Mrs.
Blackenham:
do all that over again, my lady! l
saw you souse a plate in the water,
turn it ove a time or two, give 1t a
slap and a swipe with the drying rag
and dismiss it. Do it all over again.
That's tough on Lille, hot as 1t is.
but there is no help for It," spoke the
Judge in smiling sympathy; cher
mother would never abate one jot or
Gttle of her stringent housewifery ex-
actions"
What a wonderfully lucky man you
are, Judge" I 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.
uess?"
The Judge rolled his sunset face over
toward me. He affected indignation.
~What do you mean, sub? While prob
ably l am nc prize beauty now. l was
the Lochinvar of this state. l was the
glass of gallantry, the beau ideal, the
tossing blossom Of Kentucky chilvalry.
sub! Twas her was a lucky woman.
sub; yes, sub, though at n time. sub.
she didn't have the propah apprecia-
ton Of 1t, 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
tile brown head fairly swarmed with
eomantic ideas. A dishrag in her
white hands then would have seemed
Aefilement. Though rich in all the al
Turing grace of manner and physical
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seemed to possess no inclination for
the sterner sex. We young fellows in
the community who aspired to hold
he, on a 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 unpalpable substance, all
-consDired to resent such a charge.
But she gave scant attention to us. 1
tell you. ~
Tom Baker bought a 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
q 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
d now a popular saloonkeeper.
'tMilt Turner bought a suit of clothes
on q credit-worth se%venty-nve dol
lars. The next Sunday when he
Thought she was badly in need Of his
company home. she told him her pa
was all the company she required. He
Is now a restaurant keeper in Chicago.
John De Laney, knowing her to be
o church member, thought the short
cut to her heart was the ministerial
path. Accordingly he went to Cincin-
matt, and for six months gorged his
mind on theology. He returned with
a smooth face, al afectedly meek, but
withal, superior clerical smile, a long
tailed, black coat and a nicely gotten
up parson voice. He made an appoint
ment to preach, but 10! though the
house was jammed by a curious
throng, the only n he would have
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