The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1914-04-17


following the old gentleman was
around at his Office bright and early.
Say, Joe," said he, slapping the
young man on the shoulder, can you
help me out7 I've got to have a thou
sand dollars right of"
Certainly, father" Kershaw re-
piled in the tone and with the air Of
a man seeking rather than comforting
a favor-the air OF man fearing
lecture on extravaganza
Carefully folding the check that Joe
handed him, Mr.. Kershaw gave his
son pleasant nod and said:
You're not looking very we'll, my
boy. Working too hard. guess 1t
won't do, joe You must take care Of
yourself"
YES, father" Joe answered sheep
ishly.
With the check In his pocket and
whistling an air from the new opera,
Mr.. Kershaw walked jauntily out Of
his sons office
That night Joe's duties as member
of the Swifton vigilance committee
took him into gambling room. He
found faro bank and keno game In
| full operation, besides several small
tables surrounded by men playing
poker
At first, the smoke from many
cigars affected Kershaw's sight and
respiration, and before he had become
accustomed to it. he heard his fathers
voice The old gentleman was just
saying In the most CHEEKY tones:
Give me $50 worth. and I'll have an
other flutter."
That was enough for Joe. The
subsequent proceedings interested him
no more, He walked sorrowfutly
away.
Though people were, naturally, diff
dent OF saying anything to the young
er Kershaw concerning the old gentle
mans eccentricities. some things In
evitably came to Joe's ears. Hardly
day passed on which he did not
hear something of his fathers contin-
ued evil courses to make him anxious
and miserable.
But things reached a climax when,
late one night, on his way home from
the club, Kershaw met his father with
gang OF young roysterers, marching
arm in arm down the middle OF the
street, wearing their coats turned in
side out, and singing "There'll Be a
Hot Time In the Old Town Tonight"
Catching sight OF his son, Mr.. Ker'
shaw broke away from his compan'
ions and darted up side street. Fol-
lowing. at leisurely. dignified pace
young Kershaw ran his quarry to
i earth, near his own door,
Won't you come in and take a
nightcap, father?" he asked.
The old gentleman accepted the in.
vitation, and over cigar and glass
of toddy he was the first to breach
the painful subject that occupied the
sons mind these days to the exclusion
OF everything else.
Tell you what 1t is, Joe" he said
I'm going to reform"
"Reform?" the young man echoed
as II ne COUslueTeu uls lhlHci the
most exemplary old gentleman IN
the world.
"Oh, you know, Joe, No need Of
pretense between you and me. Fact
is Joe, I'm going to the bow-wows
and you know IT,"
II wouldn't say that, father"
why shouldn't say 1t, when It's
true. I'm a disgrace to you, ant
there's no use Of your denying It. Blu
I'm going to alter my hand Trouble
is that didn't BOW my wild oats wheI
was young fellow. That was deaf
wrong. It's always best to get It owe
and done with. A man may go alont
to forty or fifty and think he's a deuce
of a swell on the water wagon. but 1
he's got bias for playing the giddI
OK, it's bound to come out. Still tina
doesn't alter the fact that I've beer
trying to do so for long time, Joe
! but it's uphill work. Now, you know
the ropes, Joe; you've been through
the mill yourself. Tell me-what'
the best thing for fellow to do II
order to break away from II all. Civ,
the old man a straight tip, Joe"
well, father Kershaw replied
after moments reflection, your
not an old man. You're good 70
rs 80 years yet; why don't 20,
marry and settle DOWN
YOU'RE right, boy. That's what
told youNto do, few years ago-t
get married and settle down. Give m
your hand!N What's sauce for tn
goose is sauce for the gander Yet
I'll take my own medicine, too
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