Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1906-03-27
Fell Disaster
Comes Fast and Faster to the
Devoted Sol and Betsey-.
Yet Like True PhilOs-
ophers they Laugh
at Fate
Rural Route, No. 2.
Rural Route, No. 2.
SOLOMON.


Well Mr. Editor and the many read
ers of the dear old Democrat, seeing
that my other letter was suitable for
publication and was so entertaining to
the readers l thought / would take my
pen and paper in hand and come once
more.
Mr.. Editor / am so torn up in body
and mind naturally and physically of
late that l hardly know how to COM
mence my letter. Words cannot express
mine and Betsy's love for you, for put
ting our names in your paper, as you
are the first man to put our names in
the paper.
Well Betsy has been after me to run
for Governor ever since wrote my
first piece to the paper. Betsy says
SOL, seeing as the Democrats are so
, mixed up over Cox and Patterson, if
hyou would get out and make few
pspeeches you could get the nomination,
but | told Betsy was little too old
Ito worry over politics, and besides, as
the Republicans were liable to split over
Wright and Evans and ! might be the
1nominee on that ticket, and if ! ever
decide to run again I'll except the Dem
Ocratic nomination next time. Well as
my health is getting worse and worse
all the time | may never run for Cover
nor on neither side.
n Well Mr.. Editor ] have some mighty
sad news to write up this time.
v promised to tell you how many eggs
Mthe old white duck laid by this time, in
my other letter. Well sir, she laid is,
Nall told as nice as We ever seed. SO one
Emornin got up to kindle the fire. and
N the air was all oderifreos and Betsy So
said she, didn't We hear that old duck
| holerin last night just like sumthir
had her by the neck. That rascal o
\ pole kat has killed my duck sure as my
name is Betsy, and ! went out anc
looked in the chimney corner, and az
shore as We are born Mr.. Editor thai
sot the old duck dead still with no heaC
ter her body. The way pore Betsy
cried wns offal, she cried till her purt.
blue eys looked like balls nv fire and a
big as sorcers. BETSY says Sol. says sh'
90 cotch the old mar and hitch her te
that old cart and we'll go pedlin ter da.
and carry the pore old ducks eggs te
market fur feer that rascal Nv pole kat
will cum this very mite and slip il
through the cracks and eat some ny
whity's eggs. Well my worst news j
\ vet to come. Betsy and me started te
| market and the roads was very ruff ant
steep and a long hill ter go down. Wei
Mr.. Editor just as we began ter descent
the hill my scotcher stick broke, tn
old cart run on to the old mar and
tripod her up and broke her pore oil
neck and ~ ribs, Betsy went heels owe
head rite on top NV the old mar and m
rite on top of Betsy's egg basket AM
smashed dozen of Betsys eggs. Bets
had tore her old calico dress from he
waist to the ground and skinned he
nose, and began to feel like cryin
and givin up in despair when all NV
sudden Betsy threw her arms aroun
my neck and says Sol. haint we luck
after all, unlucky says /. no says Bets
its lucky fur us both that we didn't g
killed instead of the. old mar. Bets
saws Sol. I'd rather be born lucky as W
are than born with fortune. We lei
the broken fragments of the old ca
and old dead mar in the road and wei
on ter market with the remainder Nv Il
unbroken eggs and got 5 cents cash tt
them, and started fur home as it vi
getting late, and as We started HON
Betsy says Sol. says she, I've bee
thinking as how we can git the dear o
Democrat arter all, You give u
a tobacco. / give up snuff, both of us gi
up coffee and by the next quarter nj al