The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1906-08-09

OlOI9 cdlbVh' anu Cdinc W all uH-
steady halt against the bar. al didn't
leave small tin bucket in here, did
T." the newcomer asked of the bar
tender.
This official cast a bleared eye
upon the questioner, and shook his
head. "No, you amt left no such
pail around here, Bill Maybe IL was
at the Bowhead?"
II just came from there" said the
other, thickly. ut amt there. | do
wonder now what | did with them
there remains" He threw a fiutter-
ing glance at the bartender, and then
dug deep into a pocket. 'Lemme
brislEly
The barkeeper set the bottle out,
and watched his customer imbibe.
AS he put the bottle away again. he
said: Maybe you'll find 'em at
Smiths. Look there?"
That's so. may have left them
remains right there" He smiled
family, and wavered on his legs. by
gum, I'll jest bet that's where they
are. I'll go see." And with labored
gait Bill departed
"Porr chap!" said Twizzle. THAT
misfortune did for Bill"
What misfortune?" I asked.
who's Bill?"
"Bill was terribly unlucky," was
the response. "Bill lost his mother
in-law."
60 don't see how that should af-
fiict him." I retorted.
Twizzle drained his beer glass, and
shook his head with an understand
ini5 look a. the bartender. The lat
ter also shook his head, and both
seemed stricken with a sad and poig-
ant memory. Its a terrible mis-
fortune, murmured the barkeeper
''To think continued Twizzle, "of
what Bill has suffered every night
when he goes home and his wife
says, Bill, where's mother?' and Bill
don't know. Awful"
Orrible," assented the other.
Lost his mother-in-law in a tin
bucket" Twizzle went on, raising his
voice.
"And set it down without ever
known where he left it," exclaimed
the bartender.
Awful doomed Twizzle.
Orrible!' the bartender respond
ed
1 plucked Twizzle strongly by the
sleeve. "Look here" I protested,
I'm all in the dark. Tell me how
Bill lost his mother-in-law. What's
all this nonsense about tin pail?"
1T was an awful misfortune"
Twizzle answered, solemly. "It did
Bill up. He amt never held his head
up since"
Since WHAT" | cried, in vexation.
Since he lost his mother-in-law
in tin bucket" roared Twizzly,
fiercely. What do you suppose l
mean?"
Easy now, Sam" urged the bar
tender. "The gent don't know the
partic'lers."
81 don't" said I, "and I'm anx-
ious to learn them
why didn't you say so before?"
Twizzle demanded, suspiciously, land
not go a-doubting of my word?"
Ny protestations of credulity near
ly participated another furry on
Twizzles part, but the bartender
came to my aid, and between us we
soothed lin into a narrative mood.
bill was my mate on the Dom
Paul" he explained, "and he got
nj 70 fxtp
Russian Hill here in San Francisco.
Bill was terrible pleased. Never
saw such woman, Cap'n,' says he.
And she and her mother run that
house shipshape az you please.
Mother-in-law living with you?'
/ asks.
Bill sort of edges away. OF
course says he. 4 couldn't expect
Mary to live all by her lone while I'm
at sea. She needs company
But Bill didn't cotton to that
mother-in-law the way he wanted to.
She sat heavy on his digestion. He
couldn't warm up the way he ought
to and the way his wife thought he
should. But Bill didn't say much ex-
cept one day before we got into port
he says, 'Cap'n. wonder II my moth
er-in-law likes me.
Do you like her?' demands,
real blunt.
I try to do my duty says he.
An unpleasant duty?' l sug-
sests.
She seems to sort of hoodoo me,
ne blurts out. I'm afraid she'll be
misfor une 20 me yet And which
same she was. Poor Bill! he tasted
what was coming.
so things went on for voyages
several. Bill he seems sad in his
bosom when he thinks OF his wife's
ma and speaks considerable about
misfertunes. You see she wca a
small black-eyed woman with ideas
one voyage we got back to San
francisco, end Bill leaves for Rus
sian Hill in his best clothes. Tn a
couple ~ hours he comes back. Can
nave couple of days orr he in
quires.
What for?' l demands.
My wife's ma is dead. says Bill
ana want to bury her.
Take a week, says | real heartv
seeing It's your mother-in-law. Do
the job up well, and good luck,,
I'm afeard.' says Bill. I.m
aieard Of misfortune. She rever
liked me- 'e'
"'She can't do vor A..