Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1905-07-07

the land, and so was compelled to meet
force with force. A bloody conflict was
probably avoided by the timely and de
termined interposition of old Coonrod
Redden, who, when he discovered that
some one else had been at the bottom of
the troubles of the Sandtown Farmers
Bank, and that l was not at all to blame,
took part with us very heartily and saw
ed us from a very formidable peril in
the shape of the militia of Big Rattle
snake Creek and Reetfoot Pond. And
now you know all the mysteries of the
geological survey of Wickley's Woods"
Not many days after there was a great
stir at Sandtown; this time not at all
a military nor financial excitement. Quite
the reverse. The Sandtown Brass Band
was out In full uniform, and the Mount
Zion Double Quartet Club were out, too,
in an open wagon, and there was the
whole available population of Sandtown
and its immediate vicinity, gathered
about the little new railroad station.
AS the train from the city pulled in
upon the sidetrack, the band, following
a little signal blown by the leader, the
young Doc bikes, upon his %cornet, struck
up a very popular air of those days, and
very appropriate to the occasion, in
which every instrument save the bass
drum had a turn at a bit of solo based
upon Haste to the Wedding"
Then the bridal party got off the car,
and was instantly surrounded by the
whole crowd, in the center of which the
tall, angular form of Coonrod Redden
could be seen, a head above the tallest.
"Howdy, Mason! Howdy, Lizzy! Orto
call you Miss Huntley, now, l low.
Wush yuh much joy, both Nv yuh! By
gum! l nuvver no more thought uh SIGH
a theng thun 1 thought uh gittun maird
muhself. By gum! 1 didn't. But Ma
son, you needn't to ciper on go-un away
from San'town to live. un uh teckun
the purtiest un smartust g-yurl they is
about h-yur away from urse. We've
gut use fur you h-yur, l kin tell yuh,
my good Teller! I'm we hain't uh go-un'
to let yuh off, nuther. Drive thattair
cairge roun' h-yur, fellers! Closeter!
That's hit! Now, clam en- thar, Lizzy.
Mason. H-yur's yur father un mother,
right en- thar. Lots a room! Now, soon's
than fellers git ready to let the club
seng, We'll pull out fur ar house. We're
a go-un to have the bustunest Unfair yuh
uver see, Lizzy! By gum; uvverbody en-
Redden townships thar, by this time.
There goes the sengers. ATS Clumburse
sengun tenor hathaway! You kin h-yur
I'm a mile " a clur evenun, when the
wind haint uh blowun. Listen at than
R~eelfoot Pom fellers uh yelun. Yuh
CANT h-yur yourselves fur 'nm."
What a triumphal march down the
Overcoat road, from the station to Coon
rod Redden's house! What waving of
hats and handkerchiefs, and what yells
and screeches! There was just that ele-
ment of the ludicrous, that tint of absurd
ity, in this noisy demonstration that made
1t doubly acceptable to the fun-loving
Landowner. 1t was an unexpected dem
onstration, and so had the features of a
huge and successful practical joke which
the Hoosier loves so well: while it served
as an ample opportunity for all to join in
a public exhibition of respect and admira-
ton, which the true Hoosier delights to
make in honor of any citizen who, in
any walk of life, attains distinction and
so reflects luster upon his native State,
or his adopted town and country.
There's the Woods" Lizzy whispers
il Mr.. Huntley's ear. He turns, and
glances up the little woods road that
branches off from the Overcoat road and
winds away into the recesses, of the for
est, now beginning to exchange its gay
green coat for a mantle of brown, trim.
med with knots and fringes of yellow,
and cardinal and purple.
"My darling wife," he whispers. 81
want to keep that little, lone brier-
fringed road just as it is, so long as you
shall love me-"