Daily Kennebec journal., 1913-11-27

q "trip. j often iUNlttu lte oih man "
come to the city to see me, but he al |
ways replied. These here hills air |
good enough for me. don't want
no truck with the town folks E. i
eff | kin hep it,
His bitter tone when he said this
showed that he had a grievance in his
mind or thought he had one which
would amount to the same thing; so
one day, following his usual declara-
tion of dislike for town folks, |
questioned gravely:
He looked at me for so long that !
expected no answer. but rather, If
he said anything, remark upon
another subject; but at length he
drawled with a manner which was a
mixture of resentment and shame
facedness:
This is the how of it. lister be
feller come yere falls ter shoot.
TUX him roun Seemed like a good
'nough kind of tyke, an ] did'n
mind him a bit. allus paid me fer my
trouble an seemed grateful fer what |
done fer m; KEEP continly askin' me
ter come ter town an see him, jes
like you be.
"But didn't have no errunt in town
fer long time. At last | did have
errunt That TUX me to the city. Well
I wuz a good deal fused up by the
noise and the cyars and twistin' an
squeezin an brushin' Ground, but
nosed my way through twel, | got
my doins fixed up an then l reckoned
I'd look for this yere man an say
how'd to him like he'd allus asst me-
to.
Il stopped some half a dozen folks
on the street, askin where his place
was an they said they didn't know,
not one on 'em; drat 'em, they didn't
know nothin'. Last one man kinder
TUX pity on me, l guess, 'cuZ he up an
says: You're from the country, amt
you?' / says yes, | air, but how'd
you guess it?'
oh he says; I'm good at guessin''
my friend An then he goes on, If
you wanter find this man Yours
lookin' fer come with me into this
yere drug store and we'll take
squint at the Directory
We'll, we went in an done it. Gosh,
it was big book; plumb full o.
names. | never guessed there was
smitchen of that many folks in the
worl,' an there was heaps on 'em had
names the same as my man, only diff
ferent initials.
This feller from the street he looks,
an he looks, runnin' his thumb down
the page keerful twe he comes to the
one | wanted. Then he writ on
little piece of paper the dress where
I'd find him. Next, he TUX ME out
an put me on a street cyar that he
said was goin in the right direction,
an told the cornducter where to put
me off. Right smart young feller he
was. and | thanked him best way |
knowed how.
"Warnt no trouble bout the corn
dueter putin me off: he come right
into the cyar, drops his han ON my
shoulder an says: Here's where You
git off, pardner.' l done it. Come
dumb nigh bein' run over by three or
four o them hooche- -kooche automo-
hiles fore a pliceman showed me the
way to git to the sidewalk.
Il come all safe arter while to the
door of the buildin' that was wrote on
the piece of paper an ! went right in,
bold es brass. | had an all-fired mean
time findin' the stairstep an by gosh,
when | did / clum an clum an clum
like goin' top the top of or BaldS
Mounting. / thought | never would
sit to the top of them stairs.
An they KEEP turnin an turnin'
round each other twel | was most
dizzy with maxim twistin' tracks. |
didn't know how | was goin' to find
the place where this yere man was
holed up, but arter I'd clum like it
seemed to me miles not meetin' airy
soul, l see a glum -lookin' feller in a |
spanking soldier suit, with heaps of
brass buttons, standin by what looked |
like a prison cell.
Il thought he must have somethin'
to do with the runnin of the buildin';
may be he was the owner of it. So |
l goes up TO him an l asks where
abouts my frien's place was. Why, |
says this rich felier-I knows he's rich |
or he CANT have wore close like that |
or them buttons-fWhy.' says this
rich feller; smilin' pleasant There's |
his office right over yunder. Did you |
git off at the wrong floor?
Il SAID 1 Den on or pretty niSn 10 |
it ever since / struck this durn town, |
place to git mixed up in |
A body ever see.
We'll you'll find who you want in |
there, l reckon, he goes on, pintin |
1nce more to the door. An then right /
while we was talkin' there was n
swish bingham behind us in the pris-
on cell thing, and dog my cats if |
little grated door didn't open up with |
a whang and smack square there in |
front of it was another feller, not |
luite so old, in uniform which wasn't
SO grand, but with more buttons, and
some folks behind him standn' on a
floor right in that Jail place where
there hadn't been a thing the min
ute before; l know becuz / had look
ed at it hard an it 'peered empty and
loller.
Well, ! got to go down. said my
frien,' so long An not mindin a
mite, quick as a flash in he stepped,
the other feller slams the door and
swish -sh-s sh--just like that the
hing shot down out of sight. Col
iurn, if / wasn't skeered! | tiggered
every one on 'em was done fer.