The Savannah morning news., 1903-09-17


gin around agin?'
My hat blew off then. and I was
real glad of 1t. 1t gave me a chance
| to proceed on my way toward Fountain
| Green.
Before arriving at the postoffice
held just one more of 'em up. He look
ed like Old Man Time in a one-sus-
rendered suit Of dUngarees and he was
riding a subtle-loOking brindle mule
with only a halter to guide him.
'Neighbor, | said to the old gentle
man on the mule last night. no doubt
you have heard. there was a physical
encounter oil the West Coast between
two robust persons named Corbett and
Jeffries. Now. l would
How did yo all heah bout it so
soon?' the old man broke in. in a tone
of surprise Amt yo' all one o Cy Rail
fences bo'duhs?
Yes, sir l replied, but I haven't
heard the outcome. l only knew, from
was scheduled to happen, and 1 am
DESTROYS Of
"'Oh, ah see. the old man interrupt
ed me again. 'Yo' all want t find out
how the fight come out. Pears t me
lax ah read somethin bout it some
wheah. But All hain't heahd nothin'
bout it this monin'. All racklack tn
last fight All was int'usted init was a
right smaht spell ago. Lemme see,
sub, it must ha' been somewheah back
in tn sixties when John c. Heenan.
tn Benecia Boy they called him, fit
Tom Sayahs. ovuh on tn othuh side,
an
Yep, l had to listen. He sat side
ways on the Observation-Disclosures
mule and told me all about it. Then
I pressed forward to the postoffice and
finally reached it.
In one corner of the postonice.
| screened by the herring and Goldfish
boxes and the dangling rows of blue
wool socks. the postmaster was sort
| ing out the mail. l asked him for the
| Railfence's Baltimore morning paper,
reaching out a trembling hand for it.
1t didn't come, sub, the postmas-
ter told me Fust time in fo'teeh
yeahs that Cy Railfence's Baltimore
mo'nin' papuh's failed tub tuhn up, on
time. an it sho' is queah. Yo'H tell
Cy TO me that Aim sohy.'
Well, then, if the paper hash t
come l said desperately, to the Foun-
tain Green postmaster, maybe the peo-
pie that brought the mail here from
Bel Air told you who won the flght?
He looked me over vaguely
" All did heah them triflin,' no count
boys sayin' somethin' bout a fight. but
All didn't pay no tention. Why was
it.
Il drilled out of the Fountain Green
postoftice and took up the clip for Bel
Air three miles away. Bel Airs on
the line of a jerkwater railroad, and
1 doped it out that there might be
chance in ten, anyhow that maybe the
station operator might have heard
something about the fight
Il was pounding along the road to
Bel Air, glaring through the vista Of
trees, when l saw "a handsome buggy,
driven by a woman in a white dress
slowly advancing in my direction. AS
the buggy drew near / saw that the
woman was a swagger, shapely doll
with black hair and eyes, a katinka
in duck dress that looked like il had
been sawed and split by a shearsman
that knew how.
The horse hitched to the buggy was
going at walk. The nifty bisuue
patter had the reins loosely wrapper
around one of her forearms, and she
was gripping big blanket newspaper
which she was reading intently.
She was reading it so intently that.
when the horse was only about sixty
feet away from me. he suddenly took
1t into his head that the grass tufts
on the. side of the road looked good
enough to eat. and he strolled over
to them and began to nibble-he was
unchecked-while the off wheels Of
the buggy settled comfortably into a
little. shallow gully, giving the woman
In the buggy a careen to one side. She
looked up suddenly. saw me standing
with my lid in my hand. and smiled
pleasantly.
Madam, l said to her. you have a
newspaper
Yes, she replied. in the patois of
my tribe, and l was so interested in
reading about the fight that this old
hew-gag of a bug-horse forgot that he
was hitched and started TO take the
jumps with me, as you see
oh, no, that meeting wasn't lucky
or anything!
Madam l said, trying hard to
repress my frenzied eagerness, who
/ won?'
JEFF in a jog, of course she re-
| piled anima teddy. Ten rounds. and II
was like taking candy from a child for
| the Boilermaker. By the way, here's a
Baltimore morning paper, if you want
| one-I'Ve got a bunch of 'em-it's got
/ the scrap by rounds.
! Il thanked that black haired vision
more sincerely than Id ever thank
| ed human being before for favor
| In my life. She nodded pleasantly
clucked TO her horse, and drove on.
When l got back to the farm a lit
( tie before noon, ! inquired of the farm
folks on the porch:
Who is the beautiful fairy queen
/ with the purple hair and the dimples
and the lamp-black eyes and the white
! duck buds who drives in buggy or
/ the Bel Air road p
The farm folks looked at me in a
mystihed sort Of way for a minute. and
then they all caught II az once.
Oh, said one OF them. she = one
o them actor women from up York
way thet's down here restin' over yon-
der on Zeb Hawbucks place She
! blongs Z them seXtette troopers. AM
/ they say she's singin an climbin
fences an lettin' her hair blow loose
/ an cuttin' W fcand lous an M time
/ Why do you all run across her.
/ Amt she M bold 0neg
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