The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1922-12-22

the morning"
I'D IKE very much to 60, answered
Drace. But can we get back beforsI
Thursdayr
Easily by Wednesday morning.
Anything important for ThursdayT
"Oh, no. An old fellow down at the
ferry wants me to 60 fishing with him
Thursday, and 1 gave him my word
that I'd be on hand. Most remarkable
old man, full Of fun; quite charac-
ter"
"You must mean old Spence. But
are you sure it Is not that pretty
daughter of his that attracts your
You'll have to be little careful, my
son. We may associate with men out
OF our social running, but not with
women. All, Tycie. Mr.. brace
has just consented to give me his COM
pany to Natchez."
The Black Hawks band played
welcome, and the captain came down
the plank to conduct the General on
board. From quiet. lazy and almost
deserted landing the place leaped into
the full throb of life. Negroes and
shiftless whites came from their novels
to gaze upon the magic splendor Of
this journeying palace, and the three
shell man stepped ashore to gather up
dollars.
Dinner was a state occasion, aud
after it, the ball Then their state
rooms-then morning, and Natchez.
The address was to be delivered In
the afternoon, and when the time came
the General led him over to the hall to
hear the speech, imprisoned him with
out bail In corner, and there he had
to sit. The address was long, academic
and dull, and the sufferer mused:
II don't see why Shottle ever called
you remarkable character"
Everybody came about the General
to take his hand. Young women told
him that they had never been so
thrilled BRACE lied to him, too, swore
him an orator
Let us walk Off alone" said the
General.
Slowly they walked at first, but after
time the old gentleman struck a
brisker pace, toward the River.
"Now, my boy. as we've got through
with those beaters of dust out of old
carpets, Wen have some fun. Old
Colonel Pemberton wanted me to go
home with him, and he has delight
full house, a gracious wife and hand
some daughter, but l had to decline.
I've stood about as much now as
can. Wen go down to old lobe Ma
sons tavern, under the hill. Tobe Is
a gentle old fellow, never killed but
three men,.
The tavern was as tough a place as
river men could make II. Built of logs,
bricks, stone and clapboards, 1t looked
like an architectural stagger, trying
to climb the hill. In the main room
was the bar.
"Well, I'll be knocked In the head
for steerl" old lobe cried out, stump
ing toward the General. 81 haven't
seed you since the River tuck fire.
Well, well ThiRkin about you the
other day. Glad to shake your
hand. Mr.. BRACE. Set right down."
'Tobe, I'm glad to see you." said the
quarts of that summer-grape wine. Let
me tell you about 1t. BRACE. We have
wild grape here that gets ripe along
In August It's much larger and Is not
sour like the fox-grape, and Its vine
likes to climb about a sassafras sap
ling. And then you see an umbrella OF
grapes. Now don't say a word till
you've had good taste of 1t. lobe
makes 1t himself, and he'll fetch us
old. Here we are"
The wine was as red as blood, cool
and yet warm. It's flavor was the rip
ened sweetness of the spirit of autumn,
1t was as mellow as the scent Of the
apple at harvest time.
what do you think of 1t, hey2"
"UncIe Howard, are you sure that
this was not made by Bacchus instead
of Tobe?"
Good, my boy Enjoying yourselfr
Eyes, Pm doing fine, General. You
see, / can't express myself as well as
you can. l haven't as much to draw
from. You've not only book-knowi-
edge but experience, worth more so
cially than all the libraries In the
world"
"You hit it Off well. But what Is
better than 1t all? Moral freedom.
This table here is rough, with one
leg slightly drawn; these
chairs we sit in. bottomed with strips
of hickory bark, would be scorned at
q sheriff's sale; but sir, Mark Antony,
In his first triumph, his chariot drawn
by lions, was not more regal than we
are at this moment enthroned and
sceptered with moral freedom. Pour
out, for as that same Antony said:
'Scant not my cups.'-Tobe where's
that old scoundrel who used to play
The Arkansaw Traveler'T
lobe stumped his way over from the
bar.
"You mean old SlithersT
"That's the man. What's become OF