The Birmingham age-herald., 1906-01-28

no more conshence than a nigger, and ready to swear the horns off a billy goat to hang the poor boy.
 Son. this Is .whur the feminine part of this romance begins to git action on itself. There aint no narratif in this world wuth sEucks for intrust 'ceptin' thars a lovely feemail piroutin around on the edges of 1t. A gal In a story Is jess like sugar in your coffee, or lemming in your likker- you can git too much of sweetenin' or too much of the citrus froot in them bever- ages and its spilled; but when you gage the identical quantity essenshul, them liquids is powerful cooln', healln' and drawin'. Ollie Broom was a shy, quiet, sweet-faced girl, with CT face so pure and heavenly I feels religious every time I looks at her. Actually if I had met two Ollie Brooms in the middle of the road I beleev I'd CT cavorted right over and Jined the church. Ginnully after tall1in' with her few minits I swore off from likker and cussin for CT whole week. COS didn't want to mix up mem ries of her with bug juice and profanity. Timid, coy and bashful as startled doe, it didn
 pear to me that she'd ever git up cour- age to let a lover come in a mile of her. But Lawdl Son, I don't know the fust word of the fust vuss of the fust chap ter on gals! You may think you are CT high kyard in the game with the weaker sects, but when the pasteboards is all faced up you'll find you are a ten-spot and she is the yerker
 If thur was any acquaintance or court in between Weaver Swan and Ollie Broom nobody ever had hetlrd of it pre- vious. Folks all thought the Brooms and Swans hated each other root and branch, from generation to revolution. but the naybors observed that when the news of Weaver Swans being cotch and jailed was fetched to Ollie she didn't rejoice a leetle mite, but dropped her head and sighed. All the rest of the kin shouted and gloated over 1t scandalus. A few days afterwards she went to town to the Jewellers and sold him a watch that her uncle had sent her the Chris'mus before, obtainin' forty dollars for the same. That day Joe Corners, the best criminal law yer in them parts got letter enclosin' four ten dollar bills, with a rekest in a lady's handwrite to accept 1t as a fee to defend Weaver Swan but Joe put a peece in the paper asldn' the unknown pusson to call and take the money back, as he was already retained to prosecute. A few days arter that two ladies called at the jail about six o'clock of CT September evenin' and got permission from the shur- if to see Weaver Swan. Both of 'em had on wells and poke bonnets-a gyarment what we-uns sometimes calls sunbonnets, and sticks way out over the face like a covered bridge. Shuriff knowed one of 'em to be the sister of Weaver Sam-a tall completed lady, tolfabul hefty and sorter disposed to age-but the other fe- male seemed to shape up some better, and the shuriff lowed maybe she was a cozzen or suthin' or other. Anyway he was busy playin' a game of checkers with the captain of the Yankee squad, and didn't have much time to take notice, though he did observe that one of the ladies had rid up on a roan nag belonging to Amos Broom, and the other one on a Kentucky mare, both of which hawses was hitched to the rack at the jail. He called s1 deputy and told him to lock the ladies in Weaver Swans cell for an hour, and turned back to the board. cussin' be- cause the captain jumped two of his kings while he was foolin' with them wo- men.
 After an hour there was knockin' on the inside of Viewers cell, which the deputy understood as intermatin that the interview was over, and he opened the iron door and let the two ladies out both of whom had thur hand'cheefs to thur faces and was crying profuse. They slow ly passed down the stairway, through the room where the shuriff was playin', still cryin' pitiful. The shuriff made a bluff at offerin' to git up and help the ladies on their hawses. but the tall one shook her head and sobbed most hart-rendin', and the shuriff lost two of his checkermen on account of said weeps. And as fur as he could see em down the long lane they was ridin' slow and cryin'.
 That evenin, when the deputy carried his supper up to the cell Weaver Swan was quirled up on his bunk asleep, appar- ently, and 1t was not till next mornin that the sight of the prisoner in that cell put crimp In the shuriff he ain't out lived as yet It warn't Weaver Swan a little bit, but it was Ollie Broom dressed fin Weaver Swans clothes, and them fit tin her as tight as wax and 1t mighty nigh driv the shuriff crazy to think that by this time Weaver and his Kentucky mare was clar outen reach.
 There was a whole lot of stampedin and scamperin' about and fellers chewin the rag, and talk of prosecuting Ollie for compoundin a felony, and aidin' prison- CT to escape. and all sich rot as that, but nuthin' ever come of it, and Weaver got clean away. She went to him finally and married him. which, of course, fetched on a compromise between the families and made 'em call them hostillities off. The result of these here purceedin's was to conduce to the production of better artickeI of likker in Melier valley anna teur stills, en hampered by the idle curi- osity of them revenue officers, and to add one more bood-curdlin' lie to Old Bill Swans list of what happened to his eranddaddy over in Cowety county, Georgy."