Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1913-02-20

way, COhIlnueu DOouy tHOuRH uoH l
know just how long | lay there after
my light went out. The blame town
seemed to he deserted, but finally DR.
Gillian, carrying his pillbags across
his -hOulder, came sauntering over to
where | lay and gave me few punches
in various parts of my ANATOMY, in.
GLIDING my ticklish spot. After the
Doc had gouged me to his own salts
faction. 'Uh huh he remarked, in
a professonal-life wav, addressing
himself. He then left me and walked
across the street toward the drugstore.
w Wagar was standing in the door Of
the drugstore, looking over toward me.
is he still alive, Doc?' asked the drug
gist. as ne made room for the doctor to
enter the store. Uh-huh. nodded the
doctor; but he walked on up the street,
paying no attention to the blamed
drug store, and crossed over to the
White T,vern. He soon returned
with bottle Of medicine, a good sized
dose of which he administered to me
in most Intentional way.
Turning me over Oh my hack, ,
went on Bobby, the doctor proceeded
to open nv m ,uth and after making a
cavity which, it seemed to me, was
big enough for horse and cart to en-
ter, he inserted the neck of the un-
corked bottle therein, letting the life
giving fluid gurgle from the bottle
into the vacuum beneath. Dashing
and crashing and slashing and splash
ing gdshed the. said life-giving medi
cine down my not unwilling esopha-
gus, like water going down at lodore
auunding like a miniature Falls of
Niagara.
"No sooner had the Docs medicine
struck the ri hit place, still went on
Bobby, than could feel its revivify-
ing effects; ard, in less than no time,
l opened my eyes, by gosh, took in my
surroundings and sat up, like Jonah on
the banks of the Mediterranean. The
Doc is some physician and sure knows
medicine when he sees it | was soon
on nv feet, and when learned of the
turn affairs had taken in the county
seat since my demise, | made break
for the nearest horse | could see hitch
ed up to the courtyard fence, which
happened to be old Slick Selim. l lost
no TIM in mounting his back and, see
ing that rhe blamed officers had left
the county seat unprotected, went out
of t. at town like blue streak. knock
ing the blamed town ordinances into
cooked hat! On and down the Fords
Ferry road, across Crooked Greek, up
and over and down Pickern hill river
wa,d | went, head-on, pell nell, licka-
ty split, logaty -sok, wollapy-lop, lolaky-
wor, wollawky-zop-and here l am,
b'gosh sound as a do lar, good as new,
five. foot-ten in length and of ample
proportions! Whoop- ee! Hurrah for
Hor- ce Greeley!
AS Bobby closed the somewhat ami
mated narration of his encounter with
Highfield Jones. his wonderful restora-
ton under the magic treatment of DR..
Gillian, his hurried flight from Marion
to Fords Ferry, er olnR with his grand
patriotic outburst, he waved his hat
three tim above his head, then sent
it soaring into the air. 1t was follow
ed IN its aerial flight by the head-gear
of the sheriff, thu town marshal the
deputy and solomon Wiggleford,
while Nell, like the southern girl that
she was. waved a dainty handkerchief
over her patriotic little head.
"'Ynu fellows MAJ e me sick. spoke
up Highfeld Jones. 1t seems to me,
by gum. that on wedding occasions
like this, and in the presence of be-
loved minister of the blessed gospel,
YOU might behave little more decor
ou-k
"'Uncle Duke spoke up Nell, as
Highfield's r, marks remained unchal-
lenged, 'your shoes are just about gone,
aren't they? Luck, Zeb. she whisper.
ed, turning to me and try ing TO sup
press an GU burst of lsughter-', &c
Uncle's zig toe sticking out?'
Eyes. by grit, said the sheriff. who
had overheard Nell's whispered re
marks, and from my observation Of