Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1913-10-04

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down, and had no lawyer against us.
Il was a funny hook-up We proved
about the stulls, and got a judgment
! for the widow for ten thousand. Then
We corralled another jury and showed
| that Pete had no patellar reflex. and
therefore no spine, and got a shame
| full great verdict for him. And all the
! time the Golden Fountain never peep
ed, and Lungy Addison looked on
| speeches.. Our lawyer was numb, it
was so easy.
Il don't understand" said he.
The law department must be con-
| nected in series with the mine ma
chinery," said ]. and shuts off with
| the same switch. Do we get this on
a foul?"
"Oh. nothing FOUL" said he. De
| fault, you see"
NO show-up at ringside." said l;
20 TO 0? How about bets?'
Everything is all right" said he,
| looking as worried. Well Sell the
/, mine, and make the judgments!"
And get the Golden Fountain"
said 'on an Irish pit boss and a
! Swede's spine?"
Certainly" said he, "if they don't
| redeem"
SHOW me-" said l; I'm from Mis-.
souri,! It's too easy to be square. She
won't pam"
Date Jane hellufa pile money fr
vidder," said Pete when We were
alone. Ten thousan' f'r Brady, an
twelf FIR spine. Ay git yob work f'r
her in mine"
You wild Scandinavian" said L,
that's your spine!"
Mae spine?" he grinned "Ay gass
not! Dat leg yerkin' bane only eff
dence. Dat spine bane vidder's."
couldn't make him see that it was
his personal spine, and the lOcOmotOr
must be attaXing He smiled his fool
smile and brought things to comfort
Mrs. Bradys last days. But she knew,
and took him to Father Mangan, and
Pete commenced studying the cate
chism against the time Of death; but
it didn't take The circuit between
the Swedenwegian intellect and the
Irish plan of salvation looks like it's
grounded and don't do business.
One night the lawyer asked me to
tell ''the Peterson" as he called call
ed them, that some New Yorker had
stuck an intervention or mandamus
into the cylinder and stopped the
courts selling machinery. We may
be delayed a year or So. said he
Pete had gone to the widows with a
patent wasbboard that was easy on
the spine, and | single-fOOted up, too.
And there was that yellOw-mustacher
Norsky holding the widow on his lap.
bridging the chasm between races in
great shape. He flinched some and
his neck got redder, but she folded her
position in big league form, and held
her base.
"Bein' as the poor man is not long
FIR this wicked world" said she, AN
such thrue man, swearin as the
Eyer wanted. l thought whole the
crather stays wild us"
Sure" said |. "Congrats, When's
the merger"
'Hey?" says Pete
THE nuptials," said l. The broom
stick jumping"
The widow got up and explained
that the espousals were hung up till
Pete could pass his exams with Faith
er Mangan.
Marriage" said she, is a sacri-
lege and not lightly required. Oh,
the thrials of a young wildly. what
wild Swedes, end her sowI, an the
childer that may be-Gwan wild yes,
We divvle ye!"
Now there was plot for a painter;
the widow thinking Pete on the blink
spinally, and he soothing her last days,
all on account of a patellar reflex that
an ambulance chaser took advantage
Of-and the courts full of quo-warran-
toes and things TO keep the Jackleg
from selling listed mine, with hoist
ing-works and Observation-Disclosures!
l got this letter from Pete. or the
widow, don't know which displaying
worn piece of paper), about the
third year after that. Here's what
it says:
I've hat yust hat hell bad time. savin'
yer presence. and Ay skal skip for ttiens
of CLINT to guide pless ny gnow in Bad
Lands. Lawyer faller sell mine fer 10
tousan TO vidder. an thin. bad cess to
him. sells 1t agin to Pete fer I2OO0S an git
2 stiflIit of sheriff an say haze keep dem
fer fees. an Ay knox him in fess an take
stiffiit. Haze say hae tell mae spine bane
o K all tenn, an thrittened to jug Pete,
an the back of me hand and the sole Of
me fut to the likes of him. savin yer
presence an Fader Mangan call me big
towhead chump an kant lern catty kis-
mus an r'arry me to vidder. an Pete. God
bliss him. promised TO raise the family in
Holy Church, but no faller gnow dem
tings Bfour hand. an Ay tank re hike to
dam guide pless in Bad Land un yare
TIL stifkit bane ripe an Mine belong vid-
der an Ay bane GENERAL Manager an yu
pit Boss Wit guide yob in Yune or Yuly
next, your truely. an may the BLESSED
Saints purtect We, Peter Peterson.
"P S. Vidder Brady mae wife git skar
an sine stifkit fer Brady TO lawyer faller
like dam fool woman trik an sattle Wit
him. but Ay tink dat legyerkin bane bad
all sem an yump to Bad Lands II we
dodge injunction you're friend. Pete"
So they got married.
Well. this Hunger sleuthed me out
when l was prospecting alone next
summer.
"IIoIIo rl;II Soid he obr,,r, I;t,o