The Lancaster news. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1905-current, 1914-08-25

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Windropsy Calamity Yrby.
Cicerone Chylaqueous Sins.
Joinmeto Ajob Tumbleset.
Canthe Damnigger Frothiner.
Ben Figgeriuonthejob Smelly.
lined Before Anybody Muw-
haley.
STEEPLES: Friends, We are here
by order of the Chief; his mind is
troubled. On yesternight he did con-
suit the Oracle on Shandon way the
stars are not propitious. He olds me
say to each. rouse yourselves! with
eloquence pour forth his virtues and
your desires!
MITWHALEY: EloQuence say'st
thou? Could he but hear how spell
bound | do hold the throngs, and
watch their eager eyes as they do
hang upon my words, he would take
heart in spite of cries for Smith, and
cotton blossoms.
STEEPLES: Aye. 'tis the cotton
blossoms: he sees them il his
dreams and wakes In fright, crying
for his Catalogue!
FROTHINER: Aye, the Picture!
The Picture, 1t is our only hope
Could but have it all unto myself /
would pour forth my theme i'm pow
or; but he hath claimed the right to
use it first: and vet. he will not do
MS | advise 1t is too small BE
seechugly l prayed ,h&t h" would
paint il large and luminous; aye.
upOu ships canvas Make their
damned faces black and terrible;
their thick lips Curlod with dcNilSh
cunning and their white eyes gisteu-
ing with maleNOlcuCe, and with "A
scorpions tongue depict their mean
L.. 1,- - Tor
SMELLY: Surely our Chief hath
lost his nerve 1t is the time for cot
ton blossoms; true. | would prefer
to see them in the field. rather than
so profuSely on mems coats, yet II lie
would but keep his nerve. absent
himself from that wild dame, the
Clairvoyant, and come TO where we
speak and see me shake my raven
locks. he would not
STEEPLES: Cease thy palaver
Smelley. Little 'tis, tbs true, but
ow st thou not to him all that thou
4 violent knocking at the door is
answered by the bar tender voice
angrily:
Let me in!
Enter. Jockey Getthereanyoldway
Ichards.
TCHARDS: What meaneth these
councils to which l am denied?
YRBY: 1t is n meeting of the
Governors friends. avaunt thou in
tcrloper
ICHARDS: Friend. II is for peace
| come.
SINS: Methinks it is rather for
the whole thy NAV is set
ICHARDS: Not for myself l do
assure YOU. As We we'll know. II is
not meet that I, an Elder; l. Pro-
I,;Iit;,ri-t should no I'm this nm
hallOWed place: hut it's for him. our
chief. l make the sacrifice. He is
distrc~'t. a distemper posSosseth his
mind filling il with dark fOrehodinE~.
E'eu me. his dearest friend. he did
not know. making faces when ! APP
rro.,hod crying that ho Smelled
Ush. And when l vowed et"rn2i
friendship. he begged If thou art
friend. shut out from my sight those
damned cotton blossoms. and tell my
friends to cry aloud for ME, and not
against each other So. friend,
Yrby this is the message | bring:
will thou not for him cease thy
harsh berailments?
YRBY: Friends, hear this clown
Just loose from the Jones circus. |
pray thee capture him for Puck lie
says he is an Elder! \ prohibition
list! Ha, ha, ha! My sides do ache
from this excessive laughter. But,
say'st thou art his dearest friend?
Thou leVenth hour 'onNerI: 'nou loI-
lower OF 'le camp. - 80
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