The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-07-02

sumed and paid for. No finer exam
Pile could be found Of the rumanizing
effect Of established custom.
When the proper time arrived. how
ever, Mr.. Bowers spoke:
That there was a hellova good
stunt" he said, what yo' uns done to
my boy last night"
81 knowed yo' all d prove Of it,
murmured old man Greenlaw with per,
feet gravity.
"Sho' thing" said Mr., Bowers. 81
hain't been able to do nothin' with him
70 some time. Pears like he's gettia
too big 70 his breeches, an he
psumes onto it most onreas 'nable
Judgin' FIN his 'pearance this mawn'
in, yo' uns must a manhandled him
good" And MIR. Bowers chuCkled,
Want hurried none, was he?" asked
the old man, showing deep concern.
Just a Few Broken Bones.
well, he want hurted's muchs
he'd oughter been" said Bowers with
a grin, "but | reckon he'll stay home
nights 70 a spell. Both laigs an his
right arm Is broke, an the doctor says
three Of his ribs is butted in Maobt
it'll be kyind of lesson to him. Any
ways, he won't steal my money no
mo 70 a while. me bein' asleep. Some
O. yo uns must did a hellroarin
good job. II it'd been me I'd kill
ed him, ony hain't been able to dc
it sin'ct l woke up to the necessity
OF It."
"Yo' all pears to be labrin under
some misrepresentation" said old man
Greenlaw. "Yo' boy want did up nc
such fashion; not in my lplace, he
want. amt a sayin' bust what he
was in hyar 70 few minutes, but
seen he was drunk when he come, an
| done put him out, but they want nc
Whence 'mployed. He must a beer
ruined over or somepin' later on il
he's into the condition yo says
Pears like he must a been drunken
n ! reelized. "
Not Enough Explanation.
These hyar gents says what they
done picked him up n front O. yo' do,
said Mr.. Bowers, with clearly evident
suspicion, IAN he was into that c'ndi'
ton then. Mon that, they was fO'ty
dollars missln, what he done tooken
outer my Jeans. Pears like yo' all's
explanation don't 'xplajn." And his
three friends nodded grayely.
81 amt responsible TO- what's did in
front O. my do, but that's what yo' all
is amin at, said the old man, indig-
nantly. ~ reckon he must a fell some
way outside, il he was the way 20
says. An he must a lose the foty
some way"
9TH amt no doubt he done lose it,
said Mr.. Bowers, dryly. Then that
plays poker in yo' back room gently
does lose, 'cording to what done
herd afo' now"
Too Small for Real Poker.
mot $40, they don't" declared the
old man. They amt no SIGH trinin
sum reckoned with playin' TO-.
amt asayin' but what yo' boy mought
abeen moosin' hisseIf with game o
'cyards in the back room when l wa'n't
lookln' but it couldn't abeen reel po'
ker, not TO SIGH money What's SAC
anyhow? 'Tain't a button often 20
shirt"
"Yo're right enough bout that" re,
torted Mr.. Bowers, grimly. 81 don't
wear no $40 buttons on my shirt, MOI
nowhere else. Mebbe $40 don't &c
fur into poker game, but it'll buy a
helluva lot o. hawg an hominy.
amt findin' no fault long O. the boy
bein did up like he was. That much
was comm to him by rights.
Whats eaten me is heap sight
mo- important I amt agwine to have
nobody squanderin' my money into a
poker game when he amt got no
chanst O. wInnin', not II he is my SON
What few bones is been broke II
probly mend their sells in time, an