Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1903-08-15

said, he'd heerd that they issued plug
! TOBACCO week to chawin' prison
ers' an he could prove that he was one
O that sort eff they'd look how he'd
ground his jaw teeth down to the
gums"
Huh" grunted Dole again, his sharp
gray eyes on Abner's face as If he half
believed that some of his own theories
| were being sneered at 1t was true
That he, being Methodist, had not ad
Vocated belief in predestination, but
ADner Daniel had on more than one
occasion shown decided tendency to
punch all stringent religious opinions
| together and cast them down as out Of
| GATE. When in doubt in converse ton
with Abner, the preacher assumed a
coldness on the outside that was often
not consistent with the Ares. within
him. II don't see what all that's got
to do with Brother Bishops mistake"
he said frigidly as he leaned back in
his chair.
1T sets me to wonderin' what de-
nomination Perkins belongs to, that's
| ALL" said Abner, with another smile.
Il know in reason he's a big Ike in
some church in Atlanta, fer I never
knowed lawyer that wasn't foremost
In that way O dom good. III bet
hoecake he belongs to some hifalutin'
crowd O worshipers that kneel down
on saft cushions an believe in scoopin'
IN all they kin In the Lords name, an
that charity begins at home. l think
that myself, Brother Dole, fer thar
never was plant as hard to git rooted
as charity is, an body ought to have
It whar they kin watch 1t close. It'll
die heap o times eff you jest look at
It, an 1t mighty nigh always has bad
soil ur drought to contend with"
Just then Pole Baker, who has al
ready been introduced to the reader,
rode up to the fence and hitched his
horse. He nodded to the two men on
the veranda and went around to the
smokehouse to get a piece of bacon
Bishop had promised to sell him on
credit
'Huh!" Dole grunted. and he crossed
his long legs and swung his foot up
and down nervously. He had the look
OF man who was wondering why
such insufrerable bores as Abner should
SO often accompany a free dinner. He
had never felt drawn to the man, and
1t irritated him to think that lust when
his mental faculties needed rest Abner
always managed to introduce the very
topics which made it necessary for
him to keep his wits about him.
take that Teller thar" Abner went
on, referring to Baker. Hes about the
hardest customer in this county, an yet
he's bein' managed right now. He's got
wife an seven children an is a holy
terror when he gifts drunk. He used to
be the biggest daredevil moonshiner in
all these mountains, but Alan kept be-
fr1endln' I'm fust one way an another
tell he up one day an axed Alan what
he could do fer i'm. Alan amt none O.
yore shoutin' kind o. Christians. He
shakes nimble toe at shindig when
he wants an knows the ace from q
tenspot, but he gifts thar with every
claw In the air when some'n' has to be
done. So when, Pole axedz: i'm. that
Alan Jest said, as quiet as eff he was
AKIN i'm fer a match to light cigar.
Quit yore moonshinin', Pole That
was all he said. Pole looked i'm straight
In the eye fer minute an then said:
"'Alan Bishop. you don't mean that"
eyes, do. Pole said Alan. Quit!
Quit smack off"
"'You ak that as a favor?' said Pole.
"'Yes, as a favor said Alan. An
you are a-goin' to do it too
'Then Pole begun to contend with
i'm. You are a-axin' that beca Sc you
think III be ketched up WITH he said.
but tell you the amt no man on the
face O. the earth that could find my
still now. You could stand in two feet
Of the door to it all day an not find it
IL you looked fer it with spyglass.
kin make bug juice all the rest O. my
life an sell it without bein' ketched.'
81 want you to give it up said Alan,
an Pole did. 1t was like pullin' an eye
tooth, but Pole yanked it out. Alan is
| workin' on i'm now to git i'm to quit
liquor, but that amt so easy. He could
VAIN d SldCh ALL SAAAOA SAOSuAu
about in i'm. Now. as started to say.
Alan 'ain't got no cut an dried denomi.
nation an don't have to walk any par.
dcular kind O. foot log to do his work
| but it's a-goin' on jest the same Now
| I don't mean no reflection on yore way
O. hitchin' wings on folks, but do be
lieve you could preach yore sermons
sech as they are-in Pole Bakers yeers
| till Gabriel blowed his lungs out, an
Pole d still be moonshinin'. An some
| times I think that sech fellers as Ala1
Bishop crt to be paid fer what they dc
| In betterin' the world. don't see why
you fellers ort always to be allowed tt
rake in the jack pot unless you'd &C
:omplish more'n outsiders that jest turf
Their hands to the job at odd times"
Dole drew himself up straight ant
glared at the offender.
| II think that is rather personal re
mark. Brother Daniel he said coldly
"Well, maybe it is" returned Abner
"but I didn't mean fer it to be. pv'
heerd you praise up certain preacher
| Tot