The Jasper news., 1919-01-23

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In the spring my uncle hired q man
to work for us--a noisy, brawny,
sharp-featured fellow with keen gray
eyes, Of the name of Dug Draper.
Aunt Deel hated him. / feared him
but regarded him with great hope
because he had funny way of wink.
| ing at me with one eye across the
table and, further, because he could
| sing and did sing while he worked
songs that ratified from his lips In a
way that amused me greatly. Then,
too, he could rip out words that had
new and wonderful sound In them.
l made up my mind that he was like
| ly to become valuable asset when 1
heard Aunt Deel saw to my Uncle Pea
| body:
| you'll have to send that loafer
away, right now, ayes, guess yon
will"
"Why?"
Because this boy hns learnt to
swear like a pirate-ayes--he hasp
Uncle Peabody didn't know 1t but
l myself had begun to suspect it, and
thut ilOul tllt IDuu WAS StuI dWuy,
and remember that he left In anger
with number of those new words
flying from his lips. A forced march
to the upper room followed that event.
Uncle Peabody explained that 1t was
wicked to swear-that boys who did
1t had very bad luck, and mine came
In moment. I never had more of
1t come along in the same length of
time.
After ceased to play with the
Wills boy Uncle Peabody used to
say, often, 1t was pity that hadn't
somebody Of my own age for COM
pany. Every day felt sorry that the
Wills. boy had turned out so badly.
and l doubt not the cat and the shep-
herd dog and the chickens and Uncle
Peabody also regretted his failures,
especially the dog and Uncle Peabody,
who bore all sorts of indlgnities for
my sake.
One day when Uncle Peabody went
for the mail he brought Amos Grim
shaw to visit me. He was four years
older than Ia freckled, red-haired
boy with large mouth and thin lips.
He wore q silver watch and chain,
which strongly recommended him in
my view and enabled me to endure
his air of condescension.
He let me feel it and look 1t all
over and / slyly touched the chain
with my tongue just to see If 1t had
! any taste to 1t, and Amos told me
that his father had given 1t to him and
that 1t always kept him "kind o.
scairt."
"WhyT
"For fear I'll break er lose 1t an
git licked" he answered.
He took little yellow paper-cov-
cred book from his pocket and began
to read to himself.
"What's that3" 1 ventured to ask
by and by.
"a story" he answered. II met a
ragged OIL woman In the road t'other
day an she give me lot of 'em and
showed me the pictures an got to
readin' 'em. Don't you tell anybody
cause my OIL dad hates stories an
he'd lick me til couldn't stan II he
knew was readin' EN-"
begged him to read out loud and
he read from tale of two robbers
named Thunderbolt and Lightfoot who
lived In cave IN the mountains. They
were bold, free, swearing men who
| rode beautiful horses at wild gal
lop and carried guns and used them
freely and with unerring skill and
helped themselves to what they want
ed.
He stopped, by and by. and confided
to me the fact that he thought he
would run away and join band of
robbers.
"How do you run away?" asked.
"Just take the turnpike and keep
goin' toward the mountains. When
we meet band O. robbers give 'em
the sign an tell 'em you>want to
| join."
He went on with the book and read
how the robbers had hung captive
who had prosecuted them and inter.
| fered with their sport. The story ex-
planned how they put the rope around
the neck Of the captive and threw
the other end of 1t over the limb
of tree and pulled the man into
the air.
He stopped suddenly and demanded:
'Is there a long rope heref"
l pointed to Uncle Peabody's hay
rope hanging on a peg.
LES hang a captive" he proposed.