The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1906-03-04
MOONSHINE IN ALABAMA :
Cbonol Damon and Major Pyhias.
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BY WELLiNeT ON vANDWER
Colonel Damon and Major Pythias.
BY WELLlNeT IN VANDlvER.

eness of a drunk fireman at Dutch pic
mic The gyarments of the Mage was
also right peartly used up but 1t was
a heap of consolation to him to discover
that Kunnel Deymun hadn't got off 50
powerful light, hissef. His full-moon
face had enuff scratches on 1t to resem-
bic war map of the Western Hemis-
fear. A large gap In the thin hair of the
pudgy warrior showed that the Mage had
got him whur the hair was short, which
was further proved by some scattered
locks of grey held triumphantly IN the
perspiring grasp of Mage. They painted
and looked at each other for time, and
then slowly and unbidden in the memory
of Kunnel John there came n recollection
of how the Majors face looked as It
bent over his bed five years before when
the doctors all said the Kunnel was
goin' to die, and the softenin of his an
tagonists expression recalled to Major
Piteous the autumn evenln of the long
ago when they both stood together beside
the open grave of the Majors only boy
and the firm hand-clasp and wet eyes Of
the Kunnel was about the only solace
he had. But thinkln' of his battered
features and captive COW his rage broke
out fresh.
I'm going to have that cow If 1t
costs a fortunei he yelled.
could have had her at the fust If you
had asked for her. said Kunnel John. L
reckon I've taught you that you couldn't
bluff mel You are n purity thing, tryn'
to run over your peaceful nayhers, and
all about notilin'. I shore have taught
you a lesson. Jess look at that old nose
of yours, now Why don't you wipe the
blood off Of it?'
'Y-a-a-sr sneered Piteous, and you
-. ILL oh, f,y,o
Looks like striped squash! / certainly
did show you that you couldn't whip a
kid. much less a mani Why don't you
take a han kercheef and wipe off the
blood?
"Kunnel John fumbled In, his coat-tail
pocket. got his bandanna, and instead of
using It on his sef, he stepped forrerds
to the Mage and mopped that rosy gents
phiz mighty soft and tender, saying
by gannyl AL, I shore did bung you
up! Done you heap more damage than
I thort. 'Spose we go up to the house
and rub on some arniky before your wife
sees you?
"'Shucks! said the Mage, them cat
scratches don't amount to nothin'. You
amt nigh the Samson you think yourself
I give you about as good as you sent.
The honest truth is that the only thing
you can really beat me at is 1xin' up a
mint Julep.
This yere admission fetched the Kun
mel ON his vain spot. Sorter GRIMM he
jerlSed his thumb over his shoulder to-
ards the house and said 'S-a-a-y, AL.
won't you jlne me?'
'Ahem 'ahmv replied that worthy
it's jess erbout my time o. day; don't
care II do
IAN hour from that time two pudgy and
affectionate gents with an immense punch
bowl filled with mint and things between
'em occupied the front po'ach The left
arm of the Kunnel lovingly encirkled the
shoulder OF the Mage, while the right leg
of the latter was bein carefully nursed
In the lap of the Kunnel AFTER a bliss
full silence Kunnel Deymun remarked:
al. hadn't better call Niger and send
your cow home?
Now scornfully replied the Mage,
nav, jess give her to the niggers for
beef; l don't want her.
I'll do It,, said the Kunnel, but on
the condish'un that you'll let me send
that spotted pony over to your little gal
for a present in the mornin.'
'"rhe softenin' shadows of twilight
closed over two noddin bald heads, a
mockin' bird In a honeysuckle vine over
em poured out a musical torrent of lu-
labys and the round moon winked good
and hard at discoverin' these two CORY
warriors fast asleep in each others
arms"