Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1911-12-13

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I Their way you uns makes yerselves ct
hum in this we're cabin"
"Shet up, Jed Bungay,'' cut in his
better-half, sharply, and as she spoke
she caught the little man unceremoni-
ously by one arm, and thrusting him
roughly to one side strobe heavily
forward until she paused in the centre
Of the room facing us with her arms
| akimbo.
Nov I'd list like ter know" she
said savagely. who you uns be. a
breakin' into a house. and KILN a
dorg, an a eatin' up everything we
uns got without so much as sayin'
by yer leave er nuthin'. reckon as
how you uns don't take this yere
cabin fer no tavern?" Il.
! Madam" I said with low bow,
1T is misfortune. not desire. which
has caused us to trespass upon your
hospitality. We will very gladly pay
you literally for any damage done.
am an officer in the Confederate SER
vice, and the breaking down of our
horses compelled us to take refuge
here in order that this lady might
not be exposed to LANCER from rowing
| gangs of guerillas. The dog attacked
us in the dark, and we killed him in
order to save our lives"
"'The deep-mouthed bloodhound's
heavy bay resounded up the rocky
| o{o Aon
cling eyes.
"Drat yer potry, Jed Bungay! 70
dew make me tired fe- suah." She
turned back to us. and from her first
words it was plainls evident she had
been impressed with BIZ. one sentence
OF my labored explanation.
did you uns say as how ye'd pay
fe whut ye ct ant fer tibet truck ye
busted?" she asked doubtfully.
Certainly, mazda !, and I took
some money from my pocket az evt.
! dence of good faith. what would you
consider due you?"
The grim, set face relaxed Slightly,
while she permitted her husband to
edge his way little more into the
foreground.
wal, stranger, l sorter reckon az
how bout four bits ill squar' things
1orgs is mighty durn cheap hereabout
enyhow. Give me Their four bits,
mister. an l reckon 3 how it IL
be all right"
l glazed at Mrs. Brennan. and the
amused twinkle in her eyes led me
to say heartily. I'VE had rot entirely
completed our meal. but imagined we
saw ghosts
Ghosts" He glanced around ap-
prehenslvely,- "tOn Heaven and on
thy lady call. and enter he enchanted
hall!' Wus Their ghost; We saw over
+har?" And he pointed toward the
wall opposite. "
nodded.
Then l sorter reckon as how
Marian and me wus them ghosts" he
continued, grinning I'VE sorter reck.
oned as how we wanted ter see who
wus yere afore we come in. I'll
listen til my fancy hears the ciang OF
swords, the crash OF spears. These
yere is tough times, stranger. in these
parts, an a man whut has ter perfect
lovely female hes got ter keep his
eye skinned"
Maria shifted contemptuOusly.
"Ye're no great shakes at perfect
! in o me. Jed Bungay. Now you sit
down thar an begin ter fill up. I
reckon as how tfer Cap an his gal
will kinder jine with US fer manners"
She seated Jed with such extreme
vigor that looked for the chair o
collapse beneath him as he came
down, but the little man, not in the
least daunted, picked up his knife and
fork with sigh of relief.
go woman! in cur hours of case
uncertain. coy, and hard to please I"
he murmured. Come, sit down,
stranger; sit down an share a
soldiers couch, soldiers fare Not
as I'm sojer," ne hastened to ex-
plain, but thet's how 1t is In Their
book. Say, old woman. kint ye kinder
skier up some coffee fer we uns-
leastwise whut US Confeds call COT
feet" so. -. ~
Without much difficulty induced
Mrs. Brennan to draw her chair once
more to the table. and sat down
beside her.. s
you are Confederate, then?" I
asked, curious to know upon which
side his sympathies were enlisted in
the struggle.
He glanced warily at my gray
iacket. then his shrewd shiftv ewes
Wandered to the blue an. yellow cav
airy cloak lying on the floor.
"Wal, jist don't know. Cap" he
said cautiously, continuing to eat az
he talked, "as I'm much O enything
in this we're row. First Their burned
gray-backs they come sroopin' up
yere, an run off all my horgs; then
Their blame blue-bellies come long
ar cut down every lick O. my corn
fodder. so thet I'll be cussed If amt
bout ready ter fight either side. Any
how amt did no fightin' yit worth
talkin' bout, fer Marian is pow'ful
feared I'd get hurt"
! Maria regarded him scornfully.
Hiding out, suppose?"
Wal, t amt very healthful FER
us ter be stayin' ct hum much O.
ther time. long with that thar Red
Lowrie, an Jim Hale, an the rest O.
tibet. cattle round yere.''
"Guerillas pretty thick now in the
mountains?"
Wal, l dunno; heerd as they wus
dom somethin' down by Their brick