Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1916-11-25

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| mustn't take all he says rnr dead ear
! nest, and you mustn't believe. h"cnuS"
| hr talks loud. and in italics every 9th
er word. that he wants 10 d" all Ia"
! talking and won't be interfered with.
! That the way he's apt Ia Strk" folks
nt first hut H. their mistake. not his.
! Talk back To him-c0ntrovcrt him
/ whenever he's aggressive i'm the utter
! ancc IF his opinions. and il you're only
/ honest in the announcement OF your
! own ideas and beliefs. he'll like you
/ ali the better for standing by them.
| He's quick-tcmpcred. and perhaps n
/ trihc sensitive 50 share your greater
] patience with him. and he'll pay You
| back by fighting for You az the drop
Of thc hat. In short. he's as nearly
/ typical of his gallant country'S brave,
! impctuouS fuu-Ioviug race as one man
! can be-"
But iS he quarrcl>ome?' ] asked.
Not at all There's the trouble. If
/ he'd only quarrel thcre'd be no harm.
| QuarrrIIng'S cheap. and TommyS eN-
/ trayagant \ big blacksmith here, the
| other day. kicked some boy out of his
! shop and Tommy. on his cart, hap
/ pcncd to be passing M the time; and
/ he Just jumped of without a word, and
! about three minutes with such diSaS-
/ trou~ results that they couldn't tell his
! shop from II slaughter house: paid an
! assault and battery fine. and gave tn"
! boY It dollar besides. and the whole
! thing was Il positive luxury 10 him.
But | GUESS we'd better drop the sub
| jet. for here's his cart. and here's
| Tommy Hi, there you 'FardOwn'
Irish Mick =" called the Major, in af-
fectcd antipathy, "been ont raidinG the
honest farmers hen roostS again, have
you?'
! We had halted at corner grocery
and produce store. as took it. and the
SmoOth-faccd, shaven-headcd man in
wooden shirt. short vest, and Suspen-
| dcrlcSS trousers so boiStcrOusly adj
dressed by the Major, was just lifting
| from the back of his cart a coop of
| cackling chickens.
"Arrah' We blasted kerryonan"" re
| piled the handsome fellow, depOSiting
the coop ON the curb and strengthening
! his tall. slender figure; II were iist
thin,in' OF yez and the ducks, and here
| yc come duackin' into the presence OF
| r'yalty. wild yer canvaS-back suit upon
| yp and the SchWim-Skins bcChuXt yer
toes, How air yez. anyhow-and air
we startin' for the Kankakee by the
mkt poSt?'
We're 81 start Just rs soon as We
get the boys together" said the Major,
shaking hands. The crowds to he at
| Andrews by four, and it's fully that
now; 50 come on at once. Well go
| round by Munson'S and have Hi send
hoy to look after your horse. Come :;
I want 10 Introduce my friend here To
you. and well all want to smoke and
jabber little in appropriate seclu-
| sion. Come on" And the impatient
J Major had linked arms with his hest
/ tating ally and myself, and was turn
! ing the corner Of the street.
| It's an hours work | have yet wild
the >quawkers," mildly protested Tom
my, Still hanging back and stepping Il
! trillc high; but, as one freshman would
say till another, 'Ye're wrong. but I'm
wild yer"
And five minutes later the three of
IL had joined Il very jolly party in n
snug back room. with
The chamber walls depicted all around
| With portraitUrcs OF huntsman. haW...
and hound.
And the hurt deer.
and where. as well, drifted over the
0lfactory intelligence a certain subtle
warm-breathed aroma. that genially
combatted the chill and darkness of
the day without. and reSurrectinG
long dead ChriStmaSeS brimmed the
grateful memory with all comfortable
cheer.
A dozen hearty voices greeted the
appearance of Tommy and the Major
the latter adrOitly pushing the jovial
Irishman to the front. with n mock
heroic Introduction tn the general com
pany, al the conclusion of which Tom
my. with his hat tucked under his left
elbow. stood bowling with "A grace of
pose and presence Lord Chesterfield
might have aPplauded.
Gentlemen" said Tommy. settling
back upon his heels and admiringly
contemplating the group; gentlemen,
congratulate yez wild pride that
ShoveS the thumbs o me into the
arrum-holeS of me weShkit, At the
inShtigation of the bOwld O'Blowney
akin the gintleman's PARDON am
here wild no silver tongue of illoqupnce
Ia para-lyze yez, hut | am present. as
has been ripreSinted, to iine wild yez
in StupendouS waste of gunpOwder,
and duckShot, and high wines and
ham sandwiches. upon the Silvonan
banks of the ragn' Kankakee. where
the 'di-dipper' tips We Sood-by wild his
tail. and the wild loon SHOOTS like Il
Sky-rOCkct for his eXiled home in the
allen dunes of the wild moraSS--or. as
Tommy Moore so Elegantly describes
the blaShted birrud
Away To the dizhmal shwamp he spheeds-
His path Is rugged and sore,
Through tangled juniper. beds of reeds
And many fen where the serpent feeds