The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1905-06-15
CHAPTER VIII.


Right in the middle of the red-hot
month of July the light, loam-mixed sand
of the Overcoat Road was in the SHIN
mering air all day long, whitening the
dark coats of the sweating horses that
drew all sorts of vehicles along it at
all hours of the day and night, and hid
ing the glossy green of wild hemp and
jimson leaves under dull veil of gray.
The whilom school boy of Sandtown was
baking his back of a lurid brown as far
down on his shoulders as the cool, clear
waters of the Wabash would permit.
All at once a vast buzz of wonder
changed into wrath throughout all Sand
| town, far up and down the mellow dis
tances of the river, and out upon all the
lanes and wagon tracks" that were trib-
utary TO the Overcoat Road.
To those who had not heard the news
by reason of temporary absence, rushed
everybody, to be the first to communicate
the stunning intelligence that the Sand
town Farmers Bank had closed its doors.
There was no escapade Of a cashier.
Nobody had gone to Canada with the
funds OF the bank in his satchel. If any
body had gone to Canada, it is safe to
say that Field county, from Sandtown to
Redfoot Pond, and from the Wabash to
the end OF the Overcoat Road, would
have taken its 'weapuns," and have
gone into the Dominion after the culprit,
with no other writ of extradition than a
rope. ~
No! no! Mister Cashier! You may 60
from the effete EAST" to Canada with
poor peoples money in your pocket, with
safety. But by all the Coonrod Reddens
of the Wabash country it won't be
healthy for you to run away from Hoo
sierdom with that sort Of luggage in your
hand.
81 wouldn't k-yur a blame fur what
lost myself, fellers, but stop and thenk
nv the people at haint got nothun a-tall
| left! Nut the wrappuns nv thur little
finger, by gum! On they haint one
the bank company at haint plum busted.
| nuther! You see we was all q delun
en- wheat to-g-yuther, un all at once the
bottom drapt plum outun ut Un that
left urse all flatter'n un filter. But that
haint the wust nv ut, nuther. see Billy
Biler this mornun, un he tells me at all
the banks klatter'l is hilt by one than
blame railroad companies. Un thur
scheme is to sell uvertheng right slap
/ 3s%@ V<%~A my Aokne q 0OlANk 1t We AL
git holt nv, to buy in nothun with. by
gumr'
| And now came Billy Biler, NJ. c., a
fresh, rosy-cheeked young gentleman,
with great show of Numbered linen in
the way Of big stiff cuffs, dog collar"
white tie. and all ornamented with mas
sive gold sleeve buttons, gold studs and
diamond pin, and all other appointments
on corresponding scale of magnifcence.
| The whole Sandtown district gloried
in Billy Biler's fine raiment, as If it were
the individual property of each and ev-
cry voter that worked" for Billy all day
at the polls on the occasion of each sue
cceding congressional election.
| Hello, Billy! Har yuh, Billy! When't
yuh git in, Billy7 Purity warm, hain't ut.
Billy7 Makes you sweat, don't ut, Billy!
Gut hot under the collar haint ut, Billy p
These and hundreds Of other formulas
of salutation, together with q disjoint-
ms hand shaking, wait upon the popa-
lar Billy Biler, and he b ct once IN tie
esntw Il the crowd Of people WHO are