The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-04-30


he said nervously. Stands TO reason
what II tho squire d been left TO his
own adyices he'd q been back hyar
afo' now. Til amt no tcllin' what
Bassett's a-doin' on. but Winterbot-
tom d ought 70 to been back afo' this.
Mobile he's stacked UP ag'in mo- OF
band O. pirates n what he en- git
away with single handed. l reckon
he needs help"
"Mo' n likely" said Blaisdell. who
was himself impatient by now and
he also went forth. And after another
interval Pearsall constituted himself
still another relief party after which
the old man sat alone. eating his heart
in anxiety until Owen Pepper came
in. That gentleman had not at that
tiu1eb queered himself hopelessly by
|llhe outrageous behavior already
chronicled and the old man greeted
him eagerly.
"wotinells didln' round town?
Pears like all hell must "a busted
loose simultuous!" he exclaimed. us
yo' all done seen anythin' In the way
OF excitement anywheres round"
."Oh, don't know" said Mr.. Pepper.
II wouldn't hardly 90 so fur s to call
1t 'xcitement. but they sho' is some
pin didin' UP to the hotel. When /
come past there they was singin'
Dixie an smashin' bottles, an the
landlord was tryin' to put 'em out.
Looked to me like they was mo-
liable to put him out. Last seen
they done stood him on his haid an
spinned him round TO- top. Feared
like he was some het UP. but every
body else 'peared to be enjoyin' his
self. / reckon some on 'em must a.
been drinkin' some"
Mon likely" said the old man.
sadly. 9TH amt no tellin' what'll be
did when man gets drinkin' rotgut,
like what's KEEP up to the hotel, stead
o. gettin' good honest liquor like he
can at my bar. That's the cuss of in
Temperance. an comes o. not keepin' a
bungstarter handy. They wouldn't
nobody spin me round on my haid
'thouten he got battered I'D some, first
OF.
Cotillion on the Bar.
Want Bassett thar? Hos the
sheriff. an it's up to him to see that
things is did orderly. reckon he
wouldn't stand by an see no whiskey
bottles smashed. not 'thouten they was
empty"
ooh. don't know" said Mr.. Pepper.
FIN what seen, / reckon he amt
gwine to hurt hlsself none tryin' to
stop nothin'. Him an Squire Hapgood
was dancin' a cotillion on the bar
when l seen 'em. That's what the
others was singin' TO-. Stands to rea-
son they couldn't dance good 'thouten
they was some kyind o. music"
That's the wust o. ,Joe." said the
old man. and his tone was very Bit
ter. 'tHe will drink. I've done rea-
soned with him frequent. but 1t don't
do no good.
Il say to him what II wouldn't make
no greet difference II he did. only To-
him doin' such ongodly. doggone fool
ish things when he's drunk. but all's
he would when he was sober. Pears
wouldn't be no good gettin' drunk II
alfs a man done was to do the same's
he would when he was soben. Pears
like that was nigh bout the most
ridiculous thing l ever heerd said
"Oh, don't know" said Mr.. Pep
per. thoughtfully. Sounds to me like
they mought be somepin into It."
Considers the Real Problem.
But the old man did not seem to
have heard this. His mind had gone
back to the problem OF the moment.
That was how to induce the roisterers
to leave the hotel and come to his
saloon.
How IL yo' all was to go up yon-
der an tell Blaisdell what they is a
game on in the back room?" he sug-
gested.
"oh, don't know" said Mr.. Pep
per. II mought mix 1t UP with mess
o. wild cats II was drunk, but bein's
I'm sober I reckon I'll stay out. I
amt got no greet idee O bein' spin
ned on my haid my own SELF"
"Yo' calls yo'self man. don't yo'?''
said the old man Indignantly. Amt
yo' got the courage O. yo' convictions
When dooty calls man he'd ought To-
to take chanst anyway"
"Oh. don't know" said Mr. Pep
per. 81 amt never been c'nvicted. l
done been arrested now an ag'in on
s'picion. but they want no proof. An
don't see what that's got to do with
It, nohow. IT amt no dooty o. mine
to s'ile spot"
THAT amt spot" argued the old
man. Its the ruination o. my bus
mess. They 8 money bein' spent what
d ought To- to be fetched in hyar"
.'Oh, ] don't know said Mr.. Pep
per. Didn't look to me like they
was nobody payin' TO- nothin' up yon-
der, an mon likely the gang'll come
hyar alter they done cleaned out the
hotel. reckon that won't take long.
the way things was gwine."
"a good Job, too," said the old man
viciously.
His Eye on the Bungstarter.
He might have said more, but at the
moment came the noise OF a tumultu-
Gus procession outside. and his trou-
bled expression gave way to anticipa-
tory CLEANS. Assuring himself by a
glance that his bungstarter was in
place, he rubbed his hands together
and even spat in them.
Presently the procession entered
and filled the saloon. Squire Hapgood
headed 1t. He seemed to be enjoying
himself
Lets liquor" he said.
They liquored. and thereafter Ii,
quored again. Each repetition Of the
ceremony involved considerable pay.
ment Of money. and each payment