The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-01-01

risin'?' Sc: NO Reverent; amt IL
orful?' ST; Yes, an | don't pose to
pay it, Sc: 'whut you goin to do?
We mus hab milluns to eat!'
81: 'Br'er Riley, dey's lots O. fahms
'roun' hyeah. an on dem fahms dey's
heaps O. milluns; an de fahmahs 'ud
be willin' to donate em to you NOSE
any night you'll come arter EN-
'vidin dey CANT ketch you ST:
I'm goin out to try ma luck tonight,
an | called 'roun' to see T you'd go
wild me. ST: 'Foty cents fob watah
millun is outraged!
Went back dat eb'nin'-as God
would hab tan Riley say: Wait tel
| git ma hat An off we put-down
de street-splittin' Injunap'lis wide
open! Riley had a so't O. hoplight-lady
step, an wuz a-doin' de Mobile buck.
"Cah'd me out, he did, about TO-
miles I'm town, an stopped right in
front NV big ole fahm whah you
could hyeah de milluns jes' a-laughin'
an atalkin an a-snigglin' in dey
sle'bes, lax dey wuz goin to buss open.
Now seq Riley, dis ole Teller
here raises de bes' milluns in de state;
but he keeps a mean dog, an dey say
he watches his patch O. nights wild
shotgun. | don know how true t is.
Isl: Well go whah dey's de bes'
milluns, an take de chances!' ST:
I'm done walked too fur to back wa
tab now!' ST: I'm ole han at dis
business-foller me, an you'll wa'h
diamon's.' An 81: Les keep close
together; SOS we won't take one
mother fur de man. Sc: "Greed!'
We'll, arter we'd bin in dab a while,
an didn't see ner hyeah nothin', we
got boil; an raised up an went to
wallxin' 'roun' dab, lax we owned de
place Cease me wanted de bes' mil
luns in de patch) AN swan we got
los fom one mother. But we wuz
dast to holler Made up ma mine to
tase piece O millun. den fine Riley
n go home--Hlready had sackful
mid down side de railroad track to tote
home wild me. Went up to stump.
did, an brought millun down cross
it-'bam!' An de stump jumped up
an tuck arter me! An l thought l
hyeah'd gun go off-'bud-du-ee!'
ST: Dab! Dress God, de fahmah's
comm after met An spread ma
wings an flew! ST: 'Br'er Riley, do
de bes' you kin fob yo' se'f De Bible
say: Flee fom de wraff to come!"'
mile, an had los coat, shoes, an hat.
l made fob one O. ma membahs
houses. on de outskirts O. de town. an
l fell in de do, an ST: Come an git
mel" An l tainted plum away.
ma membah tuck me in an put
me to bed, an mex mo'nin' he lent me
a suit O. his clothes to go home in
I'd done fixed up a CHOSE story, an
tole i'm. On my way home, stopped
at Riley's house-see how he come
out. An dey tole me he wuz sick in
bed. wy. amt you hyern it?' SEE
dey. An dey showed me whah de
papahs said he'd bin hit in de head
an helt up an robbed! 81: Amt dat
shame!-nice man as he Isl! An l
went in whah he wuz, an ST: 'Fr'en'
Riley, whut's de mattah? Sc: Mat
tah?-matttah wy, Rev'unt, ! didn't
thank you'd do me hathaway 81:
'Whut'd | do?' 'Do?' SEE he, do? wy,
you broke a watahmillun ovah ma
head! Ats whut you done! Sc:
Ma head hut me so I could hahdly git
to town. DON 'speck kin write none
fob a week Sc: 4 wouldn't mine IL
So but de millun wuz green! An he
allus acted col to'ahds me arter dat.
But amt got nothin' 'g'inst watah-
millun, all de same"
]. d. CORROTHERS.
Copyright, 1902, Funk & Wagnalls
"a New York