The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1913-07-17

n, gohinn .nis ut. Beauregard amt
I'D goirrandscMp with all this going
I'd on heir int. Yo' rattle on the
IN iroi ", afte he'll holler to know
it VIII Is with IT,
ID g" bot first" l says.
y I" SraT,ylers yo' cry back at
ID him Nv, 10y n'yund his old dead boss
in l. v;cit, won't hurt to boiler
n thai lat will make him let
1t you| W BIZ big distance"
g "Hg the Oss?"
"Ynt to TO know what that is.
r, He fy moo then Bud told me
t. enoA gns and words to say
l. and 30 ~ to keep Beauregard
s from to tn he said he reclOned
It he Aveninl me so much he might
e as hull hog. Beauregard.
It he SID to them riders too.
e attel g half circle around
s then1's co.; fldings, keeping in the
!. dark was coming out in
: bunclr ro+, / lt it was all over with,
! wat3 Gro Tres burning and talk
: ing 1 for i saying the riders
shor daug l-only not fOllering.
I buse Bud meant, and
; they)den, in the second story
windA ehe ID on the gate and aft
err 10 w. Id Beaurcgard what
wantd
"CO4 ii I'd he says.
He side Dr. behind us and light
ed a II te & And we looked each
other 3yr was a scrawny little
Teller, e gray eyes set near
togetl1 No. me sandy completed
whisky he chin. told him about
Bud al Mr.. tis fix was. He said:
81 dot bw on airth 1 kin do it.
My wi)oyd I had a baby. Do yo'
hear tht.. C\
And nay hr sound like kittens
mewing! OIL heres upstairs.
Eyes" "you better stay with
1t. LEM otut rig of some sort and
III takek vime.'
So we ChsIut to Beauregard's sta
BILE with ern and hitched up one
of his hi Md 10 light road wagon.
He went nd1e house and come back
agln witt { N tress fur Bud to lie on
and a pa " bottle Of whisky, and
I drove n b that lumber pile. ]
guess 1 i Ci1 killed Bud getting him
i,< It, Lo hlnn6inU
much fro enk hip-it was his arm
was givi1 fits.
We wei andE, and the dawn broke
with us fhemiles out of town. 1t
was broads hight and early morning
noises still everywheres when we
drove I'D wv Mt Of an old farmhouse
with big Id Ichimbleys built on the
outside ofho lcouple of miles farther
on. Is
AS I drd. o the yard a barehead
ed old nigatu til game leg throwet
down an AL of wood he was gath
ering and limping up to the v
randa as NV he coulP' He bawrJF
out: Ae9
On. Mdrse' twmyum! On; us
L Lusy' Dey'vf Dr""s him "'"s' ="
A little, bright, black eyed o'a la ~,
ike wren CONES running OUT u Y
house and chirps:
"Oh, Bud. Oh, my honey BOY:
le dead?" 81.
Il reckon not, Miss Lucy" says Bu
aising himself up on the mattress
he runs up to the wagon, and tryil.
o act like everything was all joh
she was Jest high enough to kiss hi
'ver the edge Of the wagon box. =
Worried looking old gentleman cone
ut the door, seen Bud and his moth II
;issing each other. and then says to Il
Id niger man:
"Take the bay mare quick and &c
or DR.. Potter. George" Then II
ONES to the wagon and says:
$50 they got yo', Bud? You wou|l
o night riding like a rowdy and !
hug! Are yo' much hurt?"
He said it easy and gentle, mon
han mad. But Bud, he flushed up
ale as he was, and didn't answer his
ad direct. He turned to his mott
nd said:
Miss Lucy, dear, it would "a doDe
o. heart good to see the way then
'ust warehouses blazed up!'
And the old lady, smiling and cryil g
9th to Oncet, says, God bless her
rave boy" But the old gentleman
'oked mighty serious, and his worry
ettled into frown between his eyes,
nd he turns to me and says:
"Yo' must pardon US, sir, TO- neglect
lg to thank yO' sooner" l told him
lat would be all right, fur him not
, worry none. And him and me and
[andy, which was the niger cook.
1T Bud into the house and into his
I'd. And after quite while George
Its back with DR.. Porter.
He sets Buds arm and he locates the
lllet In him, and he says he guesses
I'll do in few weeks if nothing like
God poisoning nor gangrene nor in
sets in.
l eat my breakfast with the old
and then l took a sleep
It'll time fur dinner They wouldn't
Ear Of me leaving that night. l fully
tended to go on the next day, bur
fore I knowed it been there a cOu-