The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1907-05-17
KenneWiCk Courier
Friday, May II, 1907

fatel TO meet ut Intervals after the
disagreement Within a month heih
found themselves at the SAME black
smith shop to have repairs nade to
their buggies and, after glaring and
snorting ut each other for time, MIR.
Jones sarcastically said:
II haven't seen anything OF them
grasshoppers yet
They are probably waiting to come
along with your later bugs.
I'm. Mr.. Talbot. if that is your
! name. pity the folks in this village
who have TO put up with your ways
| I'm. Mr.. Jones, and that is I'M
doubtedly your name. for l never saw
Jones who didn't look like mean
man If ! was you. iii go hang myself
and let my town take Il rest
..tpologiZe. sir. Apologize at Once!'
sNot until you apologize first
They met again on the highway and
| again at funeral and town meet
ing and each meeting made them long
to kill each other. The son and the
daughter were forbidden under all sorts
OF pains and penalties even to bow to
| each other. bnt their lovemaking could
not be stopped by such edicts. There
was no question of love, but that of
marriage was held in allegiance in
hopes that their respective fathers
might undergo a change Of opinion. A
mutual friend undertook to bring this
about He called upon the peppery
Mr.. Jones first. He started out with a
lot of sweet Oil, but he hadn't talked
over half minute when Mr.. Jones in
terrupted with:
THAT will do, sir. A year ago
told that old fool Of Talbot that it
looked like good year for later bugs.
and lie up and insulted me-"
But there We're no tater bugs last
year.
Makes no difference. l have met
| him two or three times since, and l
tell you he is cantankerous old rep
rebate. If he's going to continue liv-
ing in the state, I'll get out of it,
Nothing could be done with the pep
perry Mr.. Jones, and so the mutual
friend tried the peppery Mr.. Talbot.
He had only stated his errand when
the latter shouted out:
'Stop, sir! do not want that mans
name mentioned in my presence! If
ever there was an obstinate old fool
who needed to be kicked from here to
HOrnsda1e, he is the one. He owes
me an apology, and I shall insist that
| IL, ut I'm 70 In
Be friends with Jones-J-o-n-e-s! You
| don't know me- Sir!''
But vet things were working prOvi.
dence or something else always seeks
to bring things out right in case of
true love. One day a party Of people
living in Winston went out to hue
kleberry swamp to gather berries, and
the peppery Mr. Talbot went with
them. On the same day party from
HOrnSdale visited the same swamp,
and the peppery Mr. Jones was among
them. The two parties kept separate
for some hours, and they had only
drifted together when a thunderstorm
came up. At the same time a messen-
ger arrived from Winston with the
news that the young couple had gone
off and been married. The people had
to seek the shelter of the trees, and It
so happened that the two peppery old
men found themselves side by side.
Il will never recognize the mar
riage"' exclaimed Mr.. Jones as he
found himself face to face with his
! enemy
Nor | either
Your daughter plotted to trap my
SON.
TITS false, sir! 1t was right the
other way
They would probably have kept on
| qnarrelng for the next half hour but
a thunderbolt shot out of the black
cloud and struck the tree underneath
which they were standing. Five peo-
pie were knocked senseless and con-
timed in that state for quarter of an
hour. Then the two peppery old men
| recovered consciousness, sat up and
looked at each other
Talbot where are WEI" slowly ask
ed Jones.
I'm heaven Jones'"
'Were we killed by lightning"
eve must have BEEN"
''Well, as we are in heaven and the
children married, don't want to carry
no grudge against you. I'm willing to
! apologize if you are"
{ well. I'm sorry"
| "So'm L."
, OF course they found out later ON
that they were no nearer heaven than
the huckleberry swamp. and Of course
there was a little humiliation on the
! part Of both. but, like sensible men,
they buried the Ratchet and rode home
together to congratulate the happy
couple.