Judsonia weekly advance., 1917-07-11
TRIPPING UP "CY'
Job Is Done to Entire Satisfac-
 ton of His Hearers.
Spinner of Yarns, Always More Re- markabie Than Those Told by Others, Is Beaten at
 His Own Game.

Sour John Marvin glanced out of the window of the shop where he was mak- ing an afternoon call. "Cy Pelton is headed this way" he announced, 'and I will make a prediction. If anyone here present ventures to speak of any thing out of the ordinary that he has heard or read about, Cy will follow with something in the same line, only a little more remarkable, that he has been an eyewitness of, and he'll be sure to place it in some place pretty far from this town. But Cy Pelten needn't fiatter himself that he ever. fools me. I have sense enough to know that he always makes up his story as he goes along, and ] live in hopes of seeing him tripped up some day"
 At that moment the door opened and the reputed spinner yarns" walked fin. At his heels came Uncle Noah Briggs the acknowledged oldest in- habitant
 Eve just been reading an inter- esting piece about Abraham Lincoln" Uncle Noah began, as he accepted the easiest chair.
 When he was young man clerk ing in a store, someone stumped him one day to pick up a barrel of rum off the floor and hold it up to his mouth and drink out of the bunghole; and he did it. But after he laid the barrel down again, he spit every drop of the liquor out of his mouth.
 Uncle Noah would have continued. but he made fatal pause, and Cyrus Pelton got the floor.
 q had an uncle, on my mothers side" he said. that I guess was full as strong in his arms as ever Mir Lin coin was, and even stronger in tenn perance. He was a blacksmith in the town of Industry
 "One time, when I was small boy, Hiram Quint. one of Uncle Life's near neighbors, was building big barn, and he had asked lot of men to the rais- ing.
 "In those days almost everyone drank hard cider, and thought nothing of it. but Uncle Life was dead set against it. When he came along that day and saw the big barrel of cider that Mir. Qliint had provided for re- freshment. he says. Hiram. your rais- ing would come on full as well, and some chaps here would be better off. if you would carry that cider down to the brook and dump it.
 "I saw Hiram wink at the bystand- CTS, and says he, I'm hardly strong enough. But if you are, says he, you're at liberty to do it.
 All right says Uncle Life. and he made for his blacksmith shop. In few minutes back he came. bringing a horseshoe that he had hammered out in such way that he could make the barrel as it lay there on the ground. Then. with the horseshoe as handle, he lifted that barrel of cider as if 1t had been a carpetbag and carried it to the brook and emptied it."
 Now. if you will give me a chance. l should like to put in a word," said Uncle Noah. with show of impa- tience. "Tt so happened that was at the raising of Hiram Quint's barn."
 Now, I always try to be accurate" said Cyrus, hitching uneasily in his chair, but I was only a little shaver at the time, and mebbe my recollection is little at fault"
 "No, you were wrong. Cy," said Uncle Noah firmly. "When you broke in on me- I was about to tell the story. and tell it as twas. It wasn't a barrel of cider that your uncle carried down and dumped in the brook in the way and manner that you described it. It was two barrels of cider-one in each hand "-Youth's Communion