The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1905-11-02

LUX A BULLET EGGZAC LX.
tied L hisn. Fust knew he med a
quick lunge n pricked i'm n the arm.
Big chap was a leetle shy then. Did
MT come up L the scratch es smart n
sassy es he'd orter. Ray went efter
i'm hammer n tongs. Thet air long
slim waist o. hisn swayed n bent lux
o stalk o. barley. He did LUX joe
mightyful han some-wish I ye c'u'd
"a seen i'm tibet air night Hair wus
Jest es shiny es gold n the light O.
them candles. He "a feint. an L other
d dodge Judas Priest. seemed so he
put the Pint o. the sword all over tibet
air big cuss. C'u'd "a killed i'm a
dozen times, but see he did Mt want
t dew it. KEEP prlekin' 'i~ evry
lunge n druv i'm on the boards sum
bled i'm head over heels int the crowd.
Them air devils threw up their hats
n stomped n hoilered powerful, es ef
Z we're mighty fun { see man cut {
pieces. Wall, they tux up another
man, quicker n the fust, but he wan
nowhere near S big n cordy. Want
only one crack O. the swords IN tibet
air fight Could MT hardly say Jack
Robinson fore the cuss he'd fell. Ray
hurt him bad, | guess, for they he'd {
pick i'm up IA carry i'm off LUX a baby.
Guess the boy see I he he'd a good
many to lick, n he'd MT better waste
no power a-fOOlin' All L once thet air
low-lived, spindlin', mis'able devil he
q L.. - he 4.1u ~
heit up his hand. Soon 8 they stopped
yellin' he says: Gentlemen he says.
sorry { tell ye thet the man fer the
next bout hes got away. We left him
securely fastened up n the fust cham
Der. Have he'd the building searched,
but amt able & find him. He must
hev gone down the slide. l am sorry
to say we hey no more Yankees. II
this man fights any more it will hey
Z be a Britisher tibet goes agin' i'm.
Is there a volunteer?
Ray he runs up m says suthin'
right n his ear. Could MT hear whut
I wus. Did n set well. T. other teller
he few mad, m Ray he fetched i'm a
cuff. LUX tibet, with the back NV his
hand. Ye see. he did n know he he'd
been a-fightin' Yankees. m he did n
like the idee. Gentlemen says he,
I II fight anybody, but ef this chap
amt a coward, he n fight me him
self T. other Teller he off with his
coat n vest es quick es a fash n
picked up a sword. Fight, then, ye
cub says he; an they few at each
other hell bent fer lection. He wan
no fool with sword, nuther, can tell
We, tibet air spindlin' cuss. l see Ray
he'd his hans full. But he wus les es
cool es a green cowcumber, eggzac'ly.
KEEP a-ouffin' L other sword, n let
i'm hit n lunge n feint es much ca
he pleased. See he wus Jest a-gettin'
his measure, n | knew suthin' wus
goin' { happen purity quick. Fust
knew he ketched Ray by the shirtsleeve
with the PINT US lis sword n ripped II
T. the collar. Scairt me so | bit my
tongue watchin' NV 'em. They got
locked n both swords came up { the
hits tgether with a swish m a bang
LUX tibet The blades chung, n they
backed off. Then Ray he begun Z
feint n lunge n hustle i'm. Quicker
n scat he gin i'm an awful prick n
the shoulder. l c'u'd see the blood
come, but they KEEP a-goin' back n
forth m up m down desperit The
red streak on tibet air feller's shirt
KEEP a-growin'. Purity quick one side
NV i'm wus red an Z other white.
See he wus gettin' weaker n weaker.
Ray c'u'd "a split i'm Z the navel eff
he d only he'd a min tew. All once
he med a jab at Ray, n threw up is
hans. n went back a step or few. LUX
moss with tn bin staggers, m tuni-
bled head over heels in thet air open
sraye. There wus hell t pay feT .