Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1924-01-03

| amt noneln TT no more, I'm betttn
m bottom dollar e amt"
II dunno" Counternan pursued.
He's bad lot. Their amt q worse
man the length o. the Wabash. An
then there's Loge Belden they say
moved In the OIL cabin up Eagle hoIlef
last week with Is sister.
ordwood-huh--he amt no more q
wood chopper than I be. He's q river
man. Come fom the K'ntucky noun
tain, In the FIRST place, an use'n Z be
a pearl fisher till they run i'm off'n
the river. never knowed Loge, that
Is. what y'u might say pers'nTy. I
never seed i'm till e tangled with Big
Jack In the post Office T. other evenin'.
but ! knowed is sister. not the one
that's with I'm now but the--other
one--the one that's--dead--"
The fisherman bent his head and his
voice fell low. finally stopped.
BLACK Bogus is. an old pal o.
Loge's." he went on after a time.
Wouldn't wonder he's harborin' up
thar. an II e is. why In 'e1 An what
are they both-'r either one of EN-
dom mp hyur In the Flatwoods? Hit
looks T. me"--he bent toward his COM
panion-"they've got Their eye on OIL
Slime Colin"
Uncle Nick sat thoughtfully FUN
bling his chin.
"That'd leave Ken out" he unused.
"He wouldn't "a fell that low. Any
how. theirs lots o. folks that looks like
other folks" Counterman thought q
moment before he spoke again.
BLACK Bogus game 10 counter
ritin', but he's got the CUTS rr any
thing; an Loge's or'n'ry enough rr
any dirt. Their amt nothin' I'd put
a-past i'm. He's done time twice't
already. an would be doln' II right
now II II werdn't fr Is sister. Thar's
one good gal--as different rom Loge
as the devil fom Sundy. Hits Loge's
one good p'lnt--he thinks a heap Of IL
sister"
SWELL" commented Uncle Nick with
his slow drawl, as the other paused,
hit might be the maxim Of oil Sine
II somebody could manage t pry q
dollar r two ofr'n him. an as rr Big
Jack, low Their amt none OF 'em
honein' rr more truck with him"
He chuckled complaisantly, pos
sibly fancylng that he had put q
particularly neat and unanswerabls
finish to the argument.
",rhat amt It," Counterman pur-
sued, "Black Bogus an Loge are both
the kind that strikes in the dark"
Thunder I"
Uncle Nick's shoulder jerked away
from the porch post. and the fisher
man caught the glitter Of his deepset
eyes In the twilight.
They caynt come nothin' like that
on the boy r I'll strike the warpath
m'self, Dunno but what I'll peel an
eye on that cabin up the crick"
The old ranger sat erect and rest
less. drumming with his fingers on
the porch floor and looking away
across the narrow mouth of Eagle
hollow 10 where Black rock poked his
tumbled ramparts up against the
eastern sky.
The clatter In the kitchen ceased,
Aunt Liza's stlll sprightly, vastly POSI-
tive step came across the cabin floor.
and moment later the creak Of her
rocking chair joined the droning cho-
rus OF the beetles.
Wonder what Big Jack thinks o.
the way the parsons a-cuttin' around
lis galg" Counterman unused. AN her
the best prize In the Flatwoods. even
IL she didn't have cent"
Uncle Nick fumbled out his pipe,
knocked II on the edge of the porch
floor. and filed and III L.
Il knowed Is father. Col. David
warhope. when e first come Z the
Flatwoods up'rds Of eighteen years
back. an knowed fs grandfather,
Old Col. David warhope. nt TIE
cumseh an the Prophet under the
gran'father. The homestead wus
present 4 him rom Gen. Andrew Jack.
son. or Colonel David an young
Colonel David. they wus both fne. up
standln' men. soldiers every inch. an
Big Jacks like 'em. Hits too bad the
homestead had Z be lost { oil Sine.
an the boy bound out 70 i'm. But even
so. he'd make a heap sight more tittin'
man rr Fiatwoods gal than that
hump-backed, squlnty-eyed parson.
Beats the devil the Roadway he's
a.fiakin' with 'er. wouldn't a
thought"
mo good'll come Of H." broke In
the acid tones OF Aunt Liza. didn't
y'u see Is carryin's on with 'er at the
sociable las nlghtf Big Jack amt
go'n' Z be bound boy rrever. She'll
rue the day she draps a fine lad like
him an takes up with furriner.-
Jaw, Liza" drawled Uncle Nick.
''the parson amt no furriner he's Q
college pr'fessor."
Don't talk to me-" snapped the tart
voice II reckon I know what l see
with m own eyes. Mind what tell
y'u. she'll rue Il. an son Slime Colin
a-lettln' Inn harbor around like that.
don't keer II e did go Z school with
/ Ken.
\ Il bet y'u n 'er mother wus Twin
/ Their wouldn't be no sich golns-on. !
| dunno what Of Sine can be thinkln'
about-nothin' but money hoardin' an
I Lam grabbln', I reckon IL had a