Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1908-02-11
Uncle zed,s Doc.


Richard Harding Davidson, edito
and proprietor of the Croix Count,
Chronicle, was porting over a list 0
delinquent subscribers and wondering
If the ghost could possibly have spiri
enough to walk Saturday night, wheI
"Uncle" Zed Hopkins came in.
1t was plain to be seen that Uncle
Zed was mad. He seated himself in the
spare sanctum chair, set his doughty
elm cane upright between his knees
built Westinghouse" of his finger:
and began deliberately:
Editor Davidson, I've took tn Chron
icle nigh onto ten years, an amt AS
many favors of We, but I've come now
to have We wallop those Higginses
that killed my dog Shep!"
At this juncture Uncle" zed wiped
his eyes on a red bandanna handker
chief which he then wound around one
hand, and continued:
Il don't allow to have no trouble
with my neighbors, but"
Wait minute" said Editor Rich
ard Harding Davidson, reaching for
his pencil and pad wait minute
Uncle Zed.'
Uncle Zed edged toward the editor
expectaptly and waited Mr.. Davidson
continues:
Now I'll read as l write and when
you don't like it, you say So"
"All right, Mr. Editor piously as
sented Uncle" Zed with due appre-
citation.
Some low miscreant," read the
editor, scribbling, whose heart is
about the size Of a flea and whose
head must be shaped like a tack,
atrociously, maliciously and with NAL
ice aforethought, shot that fine, big
family dog"
Uncle" Zed's face fell and his lip
quivered as he interrupted:
His name was 'Shep', Mr.. David
son. 'Shep' was his name!"
"All right-'that fine, big, family
dog, Shep, owned by Uncle Zed Hop
kins Saturday night. A man that
would shoot dog like Shep is the
greenest scum of the earth and hang
ing is too good for him!'"
"How's that, Uncle Zed?"
Good, mighty good" testified the
patriarch, rubbing his hands gleefully
and squirming in the creaking chair,
but amt we goin' to mention no
names?"
why, yes, might, Mr.. Hopkins;
hat is if you desire it,"
We'll, amt insistin' none, but
we took yer paper a long time, Mr.
Davidson, long time!"
It's our painful duty in this con-
lection,'" resumed the editor, ito an
lounce we have among us family SO
ost to common decency and the man.
lates of society, as to kill an innocent
md unassuming dog"
by lingo, that's great" interposed
Uncle" Zed with joy in his voice;
that'll make EN- cringe some, /
'uess. Go ahead. editor. go ahead"
AS to kill an innocent and unas-
uming dog, and, to make a long story
hort, the name is Higgins!"
OSu DlOuShl ulb came 10 the
Ioor with an enthusiastic clatter:
"Hurrah! Say, editor, you're a
rump. You're a man with tn cour-
ge of his convictions. You're a.
that's that? Sign it! Sign it'll"
Uncle" Zed arose hastily from his
hair, his surprise paramount:
me sign it'll"
You certainly don't want me To as.
ume responsibility for it, Mr.. Hop
ms. My dog hasn't been killed" ex-
ostulated the editor with a smile in
is eye that Uncle" zed did not see.
Thunder in the winter time! Great
orn spoons and little fishes! OF all
ne fool editors l ever see you are the
'ust!" shouted Uncle" Zed. waving /
is cane, his bandanna and his whis-
ers all at one and the came-time. as
e stumped away.
And the next day Editor Richard |
-arding Davidson was notified by mail
stop Uncle" zed's paper.
But he didn't do 1t. A country ed
or knows a thing or two about hui
ian nature. Uncle" Zed would have
cen really angry had he complied
18th the order.
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