Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1908-07-16


selves. and they wasn't nobody 70 do
nothin' fur EN-, so l stayed right thar
as much as l could and taken care OF
en- Feared like as Z they didn't
have no appetite fur bacon. so l went
out wunst with my rifle and killed a
mess Of squirrels. That seemed to
brace EN- up bit, an so 1 got another
mess fur 'em.
The physic given out wunst or
twicet, an l had to go down to the
store for more. When l come back.
one day, with physic, Eth lowed
hadn't Orter done that, because he
never could pay fur all that physic
he'd drunk up-him an the ole woman
an it hadn't done EN- no good no
how. But l told Bill he could rest
easy on that pint. had a leetle mon
ely I l didn't have no use fur, an II
the physic pulled him out all right, I'd
jes' as lief spend it that way as any
other
Bill wanted to know how l come to
have money up thar in the mountings
whar thar wasn't no money spent.
Sold eggs an bought it. says 1 to
him. Becase, you know. ledge.
didn't think it was none of his bust
ness IL did sell little Ticker now an
then.
"One day, after Bill an his ole wo-
man had begun to mend little. BIZ
says to me, Sim, reckon me an the
ole woman had a pretty close CALL
says he.
Well, you was pretty bad part o.
the time says I, but you're a-mendin'
now
Pears like it's mighty slow mend
In, though says he. You know. Sim.
feel s if a dram O. Ticker would 20
pretty good. only know t amt got
no Ticker and l amt got no money to
buy none neither. Maybe that's the
reason l want it, because l can't git it.
but 1t does seem as how I would taste
powerful good
Now. ledge, what would Won "a
done? l didn't want Bill to know t
was a-sellin' Ticker. but he 'peared to
banker so after a drink I went to
the still and got him a pint o. the best
mad Bits mouth watered when he
seen 1t, and he says. Sim. It amt
right FUR you to spend so much money
FUR me-buyin' physic an ticker fur
me jes' becase I'm too poorly to git
about l don't reckon I can ever nav
you back. says he, but 1 lowed I I
could spare all I had spent on him. an
II he wanted to. when he got IN
agin. he could help me hoe some corn
to make up for it.
Then Bill. he taken a drink n +be
Ticker an smacked his lips an saws
That's mighty fine Ticker. Sim. What
did it cost you?
NOW, ledge, l never wanted TO lie
so bad in all my life. fur l didn't want
Bill TO knowt l was a-makin' ticker
because he never could keep nothin'
10 hissef. So l didn't say nothin' AT
all; but pretty soon Bill took another
swig an smacked his lips agin an
said, Sim. this is powerful fine licEer
where did you git it an what did YOU
have TO pay fur it?t
Then l says to Bill. To tell Won
the truth. BILL says 1, 1T didn't cost
me nothin' only little elbow grease
Bills eyes opened wide an he said
seem as how it don't cost you moth
In you might give me another bottle.
sence I'm so poorly So l give him
another bottle, an the ticker seemed
to put new life in him. 1t w6,A't long
/ TIL Bill could git about. and then his
ole woman she got better. too.
One day l told Bill he would have
TO care fur hisself now. I had cared
fur him nigh onto four weeks an fed
him an the ole woman. an now | had
a little work to do fur myself You see
ledge, l wanted to make a little more
Ticker, fur | was most out. taken him
a bottle o the Ticker and a piece o.
bacon an some meal, an Bill said
he wished he knowed some wav n,
making a little money SOS I he could
buy some Ticker when that was gone
An 1es' laughed an said t II would
last him a right smart while eff he
didn't make hog OF hisself over #
An the next time I seen RuI Drn.
can was the follerin' week. when him
an the marshals ketched me maxim
ticker, and cut up my still an, nov,
you see why he won't look me in the
eye.
Now. ledge. don't deny that
Oeeh maxim Ticker, an 1 hain't paid
no tax on 1t neither, but 1 swear 10
GOD won't never make no more. got
ketched an l reckon it would serve
me right TO go TO jail / hain't got
nothin' to say why you shouldn't SEND
me up. But with the penitentiary look.
In me In the face, want to ask vou
Jedge, to look at me an then to look
at this here man I has convicted me- |
an l ask you, ledge. or any other man
In this here courtroom, If you wouldn't
rather be Moonshine Sim than ole Bill |
Duncan?"
Sim Bailey stood in silence awaiting
mis- sentence. Bill Duncan, stopped |
and quivering, was gazing at the floor |
Every other eye in the great court. |
room was upon the sturdy. honest |
mountaineer, and the silence was
broken only by the judge. who in a
husky voice remarked: THE court |
will entertain a motion to set aside the |
verdict of the jury and grant Sim Bal
ley a new trial"