Woodruff County news. [volume] (McCrory, Ark.) 1901-1910, 1908-03-26

az say, fellers, I'll admit you're all
kings, but for heavens sake concede
I'm only a drummer from Buffalo,
begged a weak voice, and a tall, thin
man, very much frightened humbiy
approached us, hat in hand, and stood
where the light filtered through the
window and made his angular form
look willowy.
"'Odds fish, but We are petitioning
the wrong court. l am only the I'M
happy Monmouth groaned lib.
Crazy as an OWL! whimpered the
drummer. Say, king, help me to get
out of this and I'll send you down the
best spring-tooth harrow made
We'll, sir, lib was so intent in
trying to recall his Monmouth lines
that l had to take the drummer aside
and convince him of our good inten-
tions and sanity But, Lord, sir he
was suspicious. He'd been cooped up
for three days and was beginning to
hear bees in his own belfry. But after
Id told him who was president and
had named the capitals of 80 states,
seem. For he concluded, confiden-
TALLY, if ever l saw a trifing light
CLINT in a mans eye it is your part
ner's there
'Alack day. muttered lib, plots
and more plots Now, see here, chill
dren, we've got to play our parts until
the general intellect of this town
clears up a bit, This head fanatic is
some college professor, | guess, and
he's hypnotized himself into believing
for the moment that he's James of
England. Now we must humor him
or he'll never recover So, try and
inhale the same kind of dope, and at
the first opening We'll leave bloody
England for the quiet shores of Bean
vile. Hi, you halberdier!' he cried
through the open window to one of
the guards-'want to earn so cents?'
THE man jabbed at us playfully
with hts spear and mumbled some
thing about the king.
"'See?' cried lib, the old one has
led these poor incompetents into be-
lieving he's king and they are his sub
jects Then to the guard again, TAX
ing care to keep out of range: What's
your name, fellow? Not your stage
name, but your real name?'
The guard looked puzzled for
moment, and then replied, slowly:
Why, l was always called Al Smikins,
but since the king come I'm Colonel
Kirke. That's me, Kirke.'
"'When did the king Gomez soothed
lib.
"'Why, let's see Yes, it was just
before the blackness settled down.
and the guard grinned triumphantly at
remembering thus much. Me and Jed
Bufkins, him that's my Lord Chief
Justice Jeffreys now, had just got
back from selling some garden truck
in Beanville. But l forgit. There
amt any Beanville now. It's Brabant,
and this is England. Hooray for King
James! Stand back from that winder,
we poisonous critter!' and We all three
leaped aside just in time to escape be-
ing decorated with the pike. And if
ye git sassy I'll climb in there and
larrup ye,' warned the yeoman, in con-
clusion.
Gramercy for thy courtesy
growled lib, rubbing his barked
knuckles. If ever 1 catch We chasin'
the stag at Epping we'll have this out
to a finish, my lad
Say, boss sobbed the drummer,
don't talk like that when we're alone.
1t unhinges me. l feel myself going
GA murrain take thee. Go to, thou
knave' l sneered.
Beautiful, Billy, beautiful con-
graduated lib. Let's wear the purple
while we can and play our parts to
the finish. This poor varlet has sub
mitted to captivity for three days and
will wind up by waiting on a foolish
counter for life. Now, sirrah, bark