The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1907-03-09

SLAB CITY, VT, March 9.-"Turri-
BILE COINS on down to the Turner place,
reported Deacon Strong the other af-
ternoon when he came up to the gener-
al store to buy a paper of long cut for
his pipe; ''turrible COINS on. Darker's
team hitched outside, and a sight o
form pervadin' the air, chickens squaw-
kin and a gin'ral how de-do all
around"
'Ye don't mean to tell me-" chuckled
ner's"-
Nope, faint that" the deacon hast
ened. to explain. Nope; it's only Liz,
the eldest gal, gittin' a mess O. teeth
mighty young to lose 'em-that is all
on EN-"
''Sho! She comes by it natural,
snorted Oracle Cummings, las natural
call hereditary in her family, and it's
liable to be ontil the hull outfit gifts
some sense knocked into 'em an quits
swillin' down candy an tarts an
was made to eat.
Eye don't say" exclaimed the deacon
becoming interested at once. Il never
heard tell that eatin' sweet poddledock
cd in 7
Wal, it was horned in the Turner'S"
declared the oracle with emphasis.
They've had the failin' ever sence OF
Bill Turner, the great-great- grandfath-
err of Liz, scairt the hull village into
fits jest because he had sweet tooth
that got the best of him. But he got
his own desarts fore it ended, and
folks was mighty glad ont. I've heard
OF granddad Hill, down to the Forks,
tell ont many a time jest as though he
enj'yed the joke. But t want s.
blamed funny to them as was mixed
up in it.
Ten Years Old.
Bill was about 10 years old an a
mighty smart an likely youngster when
his folks died an he was bound out to
Hodge Pratt, who lived clus to the
cemetary that We pass on the right
when We go from the Forks over to
Centre Corners. 1t want used much
even in them days, and was petered out
an tumbled down, but the folks ulster
take strangers there now a. then to
show 'em the tomb O. Cap'n Cobb, who
fit in the row against the Workers along
wi Seth Warren an Peleg Sutherland.
The tomb sot on the aidge of hill OF
about the time Bill went to live with
OF Hodge the front caved in an left a
sorter oncanny hole.
wal, I s'pose Hodge was about the
meanest cuss that ever rampaged
round these diggin's, an he worked Bill
SO hard an gin him sech mighty slim
victualS that it was he could do to
navigate around the lunsome OF slash
fetchin' in wood an mendin' feneces
figger he would heve died if it hedn't
been for the ghost. Jest how it come
into his node to hist up that ere sper-
rit to help fill his stOmerck l do know,
but he done it, an it's because ont that
ter Stark.
when Bill got the ghost idee all fix
ed up he waited until one stormy night
before he started her goin'. 1t was
l,lo r. no win
chin down the chimney, when he
popped in gaspin' an allowed that when
he'd come by the tomb the ghOts O. the
Cap'n stood outside maxim motions
that he wanted suthin to eat, at the
same time flourishin' a long sabre in
the direction of Hodges shanty.
"'Oh, please, Mr. Pratt, gin him
suthin' t. eat says he, beginnin' t
SWIVEL, 'er he'll come RI down her an
split us both up!'
"Sho." says Hodge, snortin' sorter
queer, we've been dreamin.' How in
thunder is a critter a-goin' to split We
when he's been dead most a hun'red
year.? But he was a sot believer in
SperrltS, an Wnlle ne was SrOWlln ne
moggied to the cupboard, where he kept
the victuals locked up fer fear Bill
would steal 'em an gin him plate O.
beans to take up to the Cap'n.
Bill allowed he was most too scairt
t. go, but he done it, an when he came
back he told Hodge how the Cap'n sot
to an eat every smitch. The plate he'd
been licked as clean as a whistle, an
when Hodge seen that he trembled all
over an tol' Bill he'd better take out
another mess next night so't there'd be
no hard feelin's. So he done it, an the
next night he took some more, an the
follerin night some more till it got t.
be regular thing.
Hankered for Sweets.
IF Bill he'd let we'll 'nogh alone he'd
ha' been all right, but he got t. han
KERN for sweet stuff, an that fetched
him int a mess O. trouble. Fust the
Cap'n got p'ticular bout havin' pud-
din's an cake: then he wanted pies, an
finally he made signs that he'd carve up
the hull village if he didn't get some
candy three nights week. Hodge