Evening star., 1927-11-18

t"Petroleum vesuvius Nasty, was the
s:s q Mras Raa s h: Civil
psfiod. He was born in 1893 ar and died ii in
"SWfnTin' Round the Circle" etc.I
Twas mite, in Posey County. In.
geany!, ists+t
The. lovely Marguerite de Smythe
Wuz alone in her chamber. Her he'd
wuz bowed on a table, on which flick
cred the dim lite Nv q cotton rag
hoatin in a sarcer NV lard. Her dis
heveied hair. her elasticless stockins,
and, more than all else. the hole in
the heel NV wun Nv EN-, showed that
she wuz laborin under some feerful
emotion. For awhile she sot, her fair
buzzum heevin like old Ocean when
Boreas smites it, her whole frame
quiverin like a peachtree with n
dozen pickaninnies in it. At larst her
overcharged feelins found vent in
tears. tN#
..s.Narfon..l' - she cried, ''thy mop,
girl" and for IL hours the faithful
handmaiden mopped up the pearly
tears as they fell from those beau
teous orbs, wringin the rags out OF
the winder.
This suspense is intolerable," NUT
tered the frenzied Marguerite.
81 kim endoor 1t no longer. Tim
othy! timothy she shreeked. In
agony NV despair.
skasely he'd the words left her lips
ere q step wux heerd upon the stairs.
II approached nearer and nearer
THANK Heven. tits him" screamed
the deNted girl. ez she threw a
buffalo robe upon the floor to faint
r. "a
ketch her in his arms.
Nearer and nearer the step ap-
preached: a heavy hand wuz laid
upon the latch, the door few open.
and Marguerite rushed into the arms
uv-not Timothy--b1t the Bow
Legged Knite! A demoniakle smole
piayed over his sinister countenance
ez, wringing the neck Nv Marion and
pitchin her out Nv the winder, he
restored the unannoymate Mar
guerite 2 conshusnis, by sousin a
bari or NV water upon her.
Marguerite wuz KUN 2, and boldly
confronted the hated monster who
stood afore her.
"viflin. wretch, sanguinary skunk
she exclaimed, her nose turning up
in skorn until it reached the top NV
her he'd, and caught on hair-pin.
"What wouldst thou with me?"
Thy hand"
20, Heven. that I, the last NV
long and noble line, shood live to
hear this" exclaimed the maiden,
drawin herself up to her full hite, by
means NV a pulley in the ceelin.
Last Nv a long and noble line!
BY my halidome, thou speekest
trooly-thou art the last Nv long
and noble line-a clothesline, Thy
- hung him Solf with tho ona fhv
mother used in her biZnis. But enuff
NV this. Nine, thou must be. Thou
knost me well. Cross my purposes,
and 1 am Ell frackshus eZ a two
year colt, with a chestnut burr under
his tail; humor me, and ! am eZ
amiable ez a chicken with dough
store it, Ez for Timothy, yoo shel
never wed him-his doom Is seeled.
Let me hut see him cast a look on
thee. and III punch the low-born
varlet in the stummick-thus"
And the Bow-legged knite. drawin
his shinin blade, made or hun.
dred passes at the wall, endin by
turnin a double ble-somerset.
7Skasely wuZ he dun, when the door
flew open and Timothy appeared.
Marguerite shreeked, while the Knite
drew himself between the doomed
apothecary and the door and drawd
his sword.
''Ha. ha. no! no! I hev thee now,
thou pill-mixer. thou peddler of Injin
remedies! Prepare thee for instant
death" exclaimed the Knite, maxim
O tremenjus blow.
But the. wary apothecary wuz on
His guard. and es the blow descended
he. slept aside.
Another blow, dodge; blow, dodge;
blow. dodge.
Finally, the luckless apothecary,
bearin the lifeless form NV Mar.
g1ierite, wuZ in a corner. Retreat
wuz out Nv the question. and further
dodgin impossible.
- A happy thot struck him. Ez the
sword NV the Knite descended, he
6exterously interposed the body NV
Marguerite. ducked his head. darted
between the legs Nv the knite. and