Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1910-08-11


TO throw the gaff into me? Some of
the boys been telling you about me
and that pancake racketW
NO, Jud." | said sincerely, 81 meant
it. 1t seems to me I'd swap my pony
and saddle for stack of buttered
brown pancakes with some first crop,
open kettle. New Orleans sweetening.
Was there story about pancakesT
Jud was notified at once when he
saw that / had not been dealing in al
bags and tin boxes from the grub wa
gon and set them in the shade of the
blackberry where | lay reclined.
NO, not a story" said Jud as he
worked, but just the logical disclo
sures in the case of me and that pink
eyed snoozer from Mired Mule Canada
and Miss Willella Learight. ! don't
mind telling you.
Il was punching then for old Billy
Toomey, on the San Miguel One day
| gets all ensnared up in aspirations
for to eat some canned grub that
hasn't ever mooed or baaed or grunt-
ed or been in peck measures. SO
gets on my bronc and pushes the wind
for Uncle Emsley Telfair's store at the
limienta Crossing on the Nueces.
About 3 in the afternoon | throwed
my bride rein over mesquite limb
and walked the last twenty yards into
Uncle EmSlcy's store got up on the
counter ana told Uncle Emsley that
the signs pointed 10 the devastation Of
the fruit crop of the world In Il min
ute | had u bag of crackers and n
long handled spoon. with an open can
each OF apricots and piueapples and
cherries and grcengages beside of me,
with Uncle Emsley busy choppinS
away with the hatchct at the yell
low clingS. was feeling like Adam
before the apple stampede and was
digging my spurs into the side of the
counter and working with my twenty
four inch spoon when | happened to
look out of the window into the yard
OF Uncle Emslcy's house. which was
next TO the store
There was 4 girl standing there
an imported girl with fiXings on-phi-
landering with croGuct maui and
amusing herself by watching my style
Of encouraging the fruit canning in
dustry.
Il slid off the counter aud delivered
up my shovel to Uncle Emsley
"'Thats my niece says he, Miss
Willella Learight down from Pales-
tine on Il visit. DO you want that
should make you acquainted"
The Holy Land says to myself.
my thoughts milling some as l tried
10 run 'em into the corral. why not?
There was sure angels in Pales-
Why, yes, Uncle Emsley,' l says out
loud. I'd be awful edited to meet
Miss Learight.'
$50 Uncle Emsley took me out in
the yard and gave us each others en-
titlements.
81 never was shy about women. l
never could understand why some men
who can break mustang before
breakfast and shave in the dark get
all left handed and full of perspiration
and excuses when they see a bolt of
calico draped around what belongs in
IT. Inside of eight minutes me and
Miss Willella was aggravating the GRO
quet balls around as amiable as second
cousins. She gave me dig about the
quantity Of canned fruit 1 had eaten.
and | got back at her fiatfooted about
how certain lady named Eve started
the fruit trouble In the first free grass
pasture.
''That was how l acquired cordiali-
ty for the proximities Of Miss Willella
Learight and the disposition grew
larger as time passed. She was stop
ping at Pimienta Crossing for her
health, which was very good, and for
the climate, which was 40 per cent
hotter than Palestine. rode over to
see her once every week for awhile,
and then l figured it out that If l dou-