Polk County news. [volume] (Benton, Tenn.) 191?-1983, 1921-10-13

Hossfiy says:
Teller citizens says be, Eb
Wright thar lows ] don't know the DIFF
ference atween temp'rnry and perma-
nent. TIL prove to you that i do know
the difference. Eb Wright says I'm
drunk. l am. That's Temporary. Eb
Wright is a poke-nosed ldjIt. That's
permanent 7"
Heck finished with lazy laugh /:
"Iaw. haw, haw! Hee-haw, hee-haw I"
"That story" Dale said YEARLY,
has been told on dozens of politicians.
1t has become part OF the history Of
this state"
"Well, my gosh!" moaned BY Heck.
He thought deeply for a moment. de-
cided that Bill Dale wouldn't laugh al
the story of Tom Jones pie-whleh
had drank all of gallOn-pail of but
termllk and then gone TO sleep in the
self-same pail-and went on:
Here's one, by Jake, at amt been
told on dozens o. politics men. And
every word of II is the solemn, dyin'
death-bed truth, too.
Zone time l was out In the noun
tains a-huntin', a-goln along slow and
a-lookin' TO squirrel when all of a
student 1 hears a skeery noise right
ahead O. me In the laurels-Z-Z-Z-Z-z
Z-z-z-z-z! Jest like that. / stops.
stops de-e-ad still. looks keen. Thar
was a den O. rattlers, and the very
least one was as big around as my left
hind laig! Then hears turrlble
growl right ahind O. me. looks keen.
Thar stands a big old she-bear with
her teeth a-shOwin', and two cross
eyed cubs Then ! hears a whine at
my left. looks keen. Thar stands
she-panther as big as boss, with her
eyes jest a-blazln'l Then hears Il
spittin' sound out to my right. looks
keen. Thar was seven full-grown wild
cats, and all of 'em had been bit by a
mad dawg! Some fix to be in? Yeuh;
some fix
"Well. thinks to myself. Ef
shoots the rattlers, thinks to myself,
the bear and the panther and the Wild
cats'll git me. Aud eff shoots the
bear, the panther and the wildcats
and the rattlers'll git me. And eft l
shoots the panther, the wildcats and
the rattlers and the bear'll git me.
And eff l shoots the wildcats, the rat
tiers and the bear and the pantherH
git me. And eff l don't shoot none OF
'em, they'll all git mel Some ongodly
fix wasn't 1t, Bill? Now, how do We
reckon | got out of itg
Bill Dale only smiled. Il can't i'm
agine, By" he said.
81 caln't imagine, reither," grinned
Heck. but anyhow, I'm alive today.
Well, now that ye're In a good humor
one time more, I'll tell We some news.
hated to ruflle We up like yaller
goose a-nyin' backurds whilst ye was
so cussed, DANCED blue. Bill, old boy,
it amt but five days ontel Christmas.
A lot o. them Nawth Caliner Turner's
from Turner's Laurel is a-visitin' their
kinfolks, the Balls, and they'll every
dadslatted one of 'em git drunk on
white lightnin' ticker TO Christmas,
and-they'll shore think o Black
Adam. The Morelands amt with sc
no more, Bill, lickollect; only the Lit.
tlefords is here now"
Bill Dale rose and stood there star
ing at By Heck with eyes so bright
that they sparkled.
ssIf they came down on US looking for
trouble, I'd be sort of clan chief,
wouldn't IT. he asked. Without wait
ing for an answer: II wouldn't mind
that, y'know. I've got letter here,
By, that l want you to put aboard the
next southbound train that passes the
Halfway switch. You've got about an
hour; can you make itT'
"Isf the world was made In six days,
by God, It shorely looks like BY Heck
could make six miles in hour, don't
it?"
The tall hillmnn left the Moreland
Coal coinpany's office with the letter In
one hand, his rifle In the other, and
tears of JOY in his eyes.
For Bill Dale had laughed, actually
laughed.
BY Heck put the letter on the train.
The train carried 1t to Bill Dale's home
city, and the postman carried 1t to the
stately mansion of Old Coal King John
X. Dale, and black Isham, the servant,
carried 1t to Miss Elizabeth Littleford.
Miss Elizabeth Littleford was sitting
alone on an iron settee among bushes
of lilac and cape jessamine the wealth
err had made another Of Its remarkably
sudden changes, and the day was SUM-
ny and pleasant. She was about to
tear open the envelope when the tall.
straight figure Of Jimmy Fayne APP