The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-05-28

HAh MUM ullucT llt Dlu6 canister
heaven mo foolish n to try to git away
I'm woman declared the old man
very positively.
Not when she's yo' Wife, tn amt"
he continued. "A man may git away
firm ragin' lions. or a food, by rum
min. or he mought dodge n streak o.
Iightnin' II he was quick enough. But
they amt no man Twin en- git away
firm woman, not thoutcn she wants
him TO go.
Wife is on His Trail.
An the last end o. that man g n
hellova lot wussn the fust, us the Good
Book says. She'll git him again, an
that's what Sans gwine to find out.
Miss Pearsall is done started out on
his trail"
They shuddered. Not even on tho
one-eyed man would they have wished
such a situation. But Wtnterbottom
spoke up as one not without some
hope, albeit hope seemed vain.
Sans tolablc talented when 1t
comes TO dodgln trouble" he said.
Did he git good start?"
Don't make no difference how good
a start he got" said the old man,
nor how fur he's done went. She'll
git him sho, an may the Lawd have
mercy on his soul when she does"
Il reckon it must be nigh bout
time, then, TO- we uns to indulge in
silent pra'r TO spell, like they does
to camp meetin," said Winerbottom.
THE aint nothin else pears to be
likely to do no good
No, nor that won't, neither" de-
clared the old man, gloomily assured
of the worst. "Prayin' is all right
when tn amt nothin' but spirltchal
matters c'ncerned. But faint no mo-
good n soundin brass an tinglin' SIM
pies. as the Good Book says, when
they's anythin' RELY the matter"
Knew How TO Seesaw.
Realizing the truth of this as they
did. his hearers. while they said no
more for time. devoted their atten-
ton to their tobacco instead of to sup
plication. And the silence lasted for
quito length. AT length Bassett sigh
ed heavily and said:
Well, Sam was mighty good
smoker"
II was as If he had been searching
his memory for something that might
suggest fitting eulogy for the depart
ed and as II he had been unable TO
think of anything else. But the old
man was dissatisfied with it.
He was heap mo- n that" he
said. Sam had his failin's, but he
seo' was a heap better'n tn avrage.
lie want the best poker player ever
lived, an l wouldn't "a backed him in
TO a freezout with no reel expert like
Blaisdcll. nor even the one-eyed man,
but they wasn't nobody | ever seen
was mo reliable n him when it come
to keeDin' up his end Of seesaw.
HE didn't rake down so many pots
as some his ownself. but he sho' swoll-
ed EN- a heap TO them what did, I'm
time to time. An he want no SLOUGH
of player at that, even when he play
ed a lone hand.
"Oh, l don't know" said Mr.. owen
Pepper, who had been quietly observ-
ant up to this time and had even SEEM
ed to find some enjoyment in comtem-
plating the genuine sorrow of the 9TH
ers, but who found 1t no longer posi-
bic TO refrain from speech. II done
seen him lose out into a game, onc't,
nigh bout the most foolish of anythin'
ever seen did,
Theer was a general start, and for
single instant 1t seemed as II Mr.. Pen
per might be hard put to It to escape
great peril, but the old man, though
he glanced at his bungstarter, spoke
up quickly and with suspicious and
surprising mildness.
rs that so?" he inquired. "How
If yo' all was to tell somepin' mo-
bout it? ! reckon mebbe 1t mought
be some int'restin', even, II faint liza
BILE TO be true, bein's you all is tell
in of It,"
"oh, don't know" said Mr.. Pepper.
~ reckon tn amt nothin' remarkable
bout it, but it's true enough. / seen
IT my own self an amt got no 'bjec-
tons to tellln' bout 1t, SEEM Sam
amt hyer, il yo' uns RELY wants to
hear It."
Nobody but the dove Of peace seem
ed to notice that Bassett moved from
one chair to another, one that was
nearer the door, before speaking, but
she poised herself as IL for flight
when he said, with dry emphasis, "I
reckon 1t sho' will sound remarkable
II yo' all tells It the way It RELY was.
"oh. don't know" said Mr.. Pepper
"Th' on'y thing bout It what struck
me as bein' anyways remarkable was
where he done got slch wad he set
in with, 70 he sho' was drunk when
he come abo'd at New Orleans, an
heer'd him pleadln' with the Cap'n
TO- to fetch him home. promisin' to pay
up when he got hyer. Pears the
Cap'n knowed him, an he greed to
do It, some ongracious."
This yer story b'gins all right"
said Winerbottom, Didn't never
make no difference to Sam how drunk
he was, he al'ays knowed enough 70
to git home when he was busted"
''oh, don't know" said Mr.. Pepper,
"Cordin' to what Greenlaw says, he
pears to be gwine the other way now
He seemed to intend this as pleas
antry, hut seeing that It was not well
received he hurried on with his story.
Just nachully he done went 10
sleep soon as he got on the boat" he
continued. hut next day ne was out
on deck. an afo' night he was settin
into a. game with a. stack Q, blues. in