The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1903-10-15
TEE PRINCETON UNION: THURSDAY, OCTOBER ~ 1908.


PRIMO GET Il JJNIDN 4,
/ ION, yes: i guess they DO, replied
the colonel #
''Then don't believe I'd chip I'M adj
vised Miller. "Bartell would throw it
| up to you" ~
II reckon you are right" said Bar
clay, 'but for the Lords sake do some
thing. 1t never will do to let this
thing fall through" RE-
"I've done all I can," said Miller de-
jectedly. "BartelPs got the whole
gang hoodooed, the blasted blockhead!
wouldn't he make fine representative
In the legislature?"
The colonel went back to his seat
and Wilson came to Miller Just as
Alan approached.
tits going to fall fatter than a pan-
cake,' said Wilson. my company
simply cannot afford to buy the right
Of way. Can't you choke that illiterate
fellow over there or-or buy him OFF,"
"He amt that Sort" said Miller dis
consolately.
Alan glanced at his father and moth
er. On the1Y wrinkled faces lay ampIe
| evidences ct detection. The old man
seemed scarcely to breathe. Up to
| Bartell's speech he had seemed BUOY
| antly hopeful, but his horizon had
changed. He looked as if he were
wondering why he had treated himself
| to such bright view of thing which
had no foundation at all.
At this juncture Abner Daniel rose
| from his seat near the stove and slow
~ walked forward till he stood fac
hg the audience. Immediately quiet
reigned, for he was man who was in
variably listened to.
"Gentlemen an ladies'" he began.
clearing his throat and wiping his
mouth with his long hand. This amt
no put in O mine, gracious knows. I
haln't got nothin', an I don't expect to
lose or gain by what is done in this
matter, but want to do what I kin
fer what I think is right an proper.
Fer my part, I don't think we kin do
without railroad much longer. Folks
is a-pokin' fun at us, tell you. It's
Gods truth TOther day I was over
at barley a-walkin' along the railroad
nigh the turnin' table, whar they flirt
engines round like children on a f1yin'
jimmy, when all at once big strappin'
Teller with red flag in his hand run
up an knocked me off'n the track ker-
Whallop in ditch. It was lust in
time to keep me from bein' run over by
a switch engine. He was as mad as
Tucker. 'Looky' her, ses he. did YOU
think that thing was playin' tag with
you an I'D tap you on the shoulder
an run an hide behind a tree? Say,
amt you from Short Pine destrict, this
side O. the mountains?' I told i'm he'd
guessed right, an he said, I lowed so.
fer thar amt no other spot on the
Whlrlin' globe that produces folks as
green as gourds.' WE'LL gentlemen,
| that foored me- It was bad enough to
be jerked about like a rag doll, but it
was tough to heer my section jeered at.
What makes you say that?' I axed
i'm as stood thar tryin' to git a pas
sic O. wet glass out O. my hip pocket
without cuttin' my fingers. Laugh
ter, led by Pole Baker, who sensed the
meaning Of the reference.] 'Beca'se,'
ses he, you mossba cks over thar don't
know the wars over. A niger from
over thar come in town t'other day an
heerd fer the fust time that he was
free. Two men over thar snapped
wives without KNOWN thar was law
agin it. Half O. you uns never laid eyes
on a railroad an wouldn't have one as
free gift I turned off an left i'm
an went up on the main street. Up
thar barber ketched me by the arm
an said, ses he: Come in an le' me
cut that hair. You are from Short
Pine, amt you" l axed him why he
thought so, an he said, ses he, 'Beca'se
you got Short Pine hair cut What's
that?' ses I. An he laughed at a Teller
cooked up in a cheer an said: It's a
cut that is made by the women out
yore way. They Jest turn saucer
| upside down on the mems heads an
trim around the edges. I could tell
one mile. They make a man look
like a bobtailed mule Laughter,
loud and prolonged.]
Eyes, as said, they are a-pokin' all
manner O fun at us, an it's chiefly be-
case we hain't got no railroad. The
maddest I ever got on this line was
down at Filmore's store one day. A.
little, slick chap come along sellin'
maps of the United States of America.
They was purity things on black sticks,
an I wanted one fer the wall O. my
room. I was about to buy one but I
thought I'd fust make shore that our
| county was on it, so I axed the peddler
to pint it out to me. Well, after some
s'arch he put his knife blade on what
he called this county, but, 10 and be-
hold, it was mighty nigh kivered with
round dots about the size of fyspecks.
What's the matter with it? axed i'm.
oh, you mean them dots,' ses he, an
he turned to a lot Of reference words in
the corner of the map. Them ses he,
'them's put thar to indicate the amount
o ignorance in locality. You'll find
iy0o oil o11o