The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-07-09

'roun like they does. They S mo-
ornamental like"
Lets have another" said the lit
tie man, highly pleased They hay-
in had 1t, he seemed inspired to
greater soclabillty, as If somewhat
stimulated, whether by the complI-
ment or by his three drinks.
II reckon mebbe l mought take n
hand II yo' uns is gwine to play" he
said. "If I'm gwine to settle down
hyar I'd ought TO- to git acquainted
like"
Opportunity to Get Acquainted,
That's right" said the old man
heartily. "They can't nobody call
bisself RELY Quainted nowheres, not
till he's done set into poker game.
That's why 'ncourage the boys to
play in my back room, Pears like
strangers gifts mo- Of idee O. what
Arkansas City is like n they does
any other way.
IN fact they can't git no idee no
other way. Not none what en- be
relied onto, that Is. Mebbe that's
one reason why the c'mmunity don't
grow no EASTERN 1t does. Th'aln't no.
body but the best people stays"
Il reckon I'll stay, all right" said
the little man complacently. 81 done
been lookin' TO- that kylnd Of a place
To- hellova while"
Meantime there had been no de-
lay in the preparations for the game.
Besides those already mentioned, Joe
Bassett and Sam Pearsall were in the
room, and they sat in, making the
party five-handed. Old Man Green
law excused himself on the plea that
he had to tend bar. Mr.. Owen Pep
per was also there, and the dove of
peace still fingered somewhere
around, but Mr.. Pepper seldom play
ed and the dove merely looked on
for a time with a doubtful air.
Pays With n yellow Back.
The little man bought a single
stack of chips paying for 1t from
small roll Of bills which he held in a
way that prevented close observation;
but the single bill he produced was
a yellow back and they jumped at the
conclusion that the game would be
somewhat interesting. 1t was there
fore with a mind wholly at ease that
the old man returned to the front
room after seeing the game started.
II reckon mebbe that thar shrimp
is done overestimated some c'ncernln'
tn time what he's liable TO- to rmain
into our midst" he observed grimly
to Mr.. Pepper as he took a cigar
from his pocket and bit 1t in two.
"Oh, don't know" said Mr.. Pep
per, blithely. Them sawed-offs is
liable To- to be some s'prlsin' at times.
Mebbe he's better'n he looks"
mot with them ears, he amt"
quoth the old man with vast con-
tempt.
"oh. don't know" said Mr.. Pep
per. HE sho' does wag EN- good"
Not for Human to Wear.
"Tolable good TO- human" adj
mitted the old man grudglngly, but
a wild ass O. the desert en- do It a
heap sight better, let alone hee-haw-
ing mo- satisfactory like. This un
hee-haws. too, but some way faint
c'nvlncln'. Pears like he amt much
acquainted with himself; not yet, he
amt"
"oh, don't know" said Mr.. Pep
per, pertinaciously sticking to his ORR
ginal assertion. 9TH amt no telling
bout them sawed-offs knowed one
in Tennessee played a flute amazin'."
well, wotinell is flutes got to do
with it?" exclaimed the old man,
greatly exasperated. "Yo' all talks
like a hunk o. mud"
ooh, don't know" said Mr.. Pep
per. 9TH amt many plays EN-. Not
good, they don't"
ooh, shucks," exclaimed the old
man, who by this time had finished
eating one end Of his cigar. His tone
seemed almost hopeless, but after he
had struck match and lighted the
other end he spoke again as one who
renews a controversy after having
acknowledged defeat.
Cards More Entertaining.
Stands to reason tn amt nobody
much plays EN-" he said. They
wouldn't nobody but one o. them saw
ed offs waste no time playin' flutes
when they was guards to be played.
That proves It,"
His manner no less than his con-
Guiding words indicated that he con-
sidered the question settled, but Mr..
Pepper was not convinced.
ooh, l don't know" he said, but
before he could say more the old man
reached for his bungstarter.
9TH amt no 'casion TO yo' all to
say nothin' mo- bout not known
nothin'," he asserted as he swung the
weapon aloft.
"oh, 1 don't know" said Mr.. Pep
per, lodging, and the downward
stroke began.
Practice had made the Tennessee
trader almost perfect In the art Of
evasion, but this time he narrowly
escaped the blow, and might not
have been able to avoid the second
one which was already on the way
when a howl OF extreme anguish from
the back room interrupted the pro-
ceedings. Mr.. Pepper and the dove
went elsewhere together and the old
man rushed toward the scene Of dis
turbance, waving his bungstarter
wildly.
Little Man in Firm Grip.
Arriving he saw the little man
writing in torture while Blaisdell
held his right hand and Bassett his
.Iatt. Both ot them. were gripped