Democratic Sentinel, Volume 14, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 July 1890 — About a Stand-off. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

About a Stand-off.

If there is anything on this orb of sin more fidgety than a man with two cigars and no match, it is a boy with unbroken legs in the house on a rainy day.—The Ram’s Horn. | (

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a «B. EDITUR: The A l laßt we bed heerd AMfrum Wiliam HenJiWiH'- 01 Billy, es we fill *j| called him to tell him frum his paw, he wus a living at town called Hog Waller, on Turkey so when left Goose Neck bot our' tickets pgplpgpfur thare. Wiliam Henery

# J wus on pins to git back to the Corners. “Golly, ole woman,” ses he, “wont folks look when I go into church with my new boots an’ specks on?” “I shud think thay wood,” ses I, “bdl you must recomember thet the people to the .Corners, haint noFeejee Islanders, an’ Id advise you to ware yure store close, with the boots an’ specks.” An so when we got off the keers at Hog Waller he want willin to stay more then over nite at Billy’s, but 3 were detarmined we’d stay thare the same es w r e hed to the otherses, so we tuck a keer—we node all about bobtail boss keers by then—an to Turkey avenew, an hunted up the number oi the house an nocked on to the dore. A strange gal kim an opened it about 2 inches or mebby 3, but not over thet, an ses she, “What do you want?”

“Is Mis Sccoper to hum?” arsked Wm. Henery. “How’d I no ?” ses she, a slammin the dore. What to do we didn’t no; so we stud on the steps an waited. “I shell tell Billy’s wife how her servant treeted us,” ses Sally, “and hev her discharged. Jest then a perleecemin cum along. “Wliatyer a doin a hanging aroun them stops ?” ses he. “We’re o waitin fur sumbudy to cum an let us in,” ses Wiliam Henery. “Why don’t you ring?” ses the perleecemin. “What’ll I ring?” ses Wm. Henery. “The bell, o corse;” an the perleece kim up an rung it fur us. The same gal kim to the dore. “Is my sun or his wife to hum?” ses I. “Howd I no?” she snapped. “ His name is Wiliam Henery Scooper,” ses I, camly, “an he ust tc live in to this house, an I spose he does vit.” “Well, yon spose long, then, fur he moved yistidy,” ses the gal, and she shet the dore agin. “O what will we do?” ses the widder a ringin her bans. “I’ll find out wbare thay moved to,” ses the perleece. “Es you will, I’ll give you a doller,” ses Wm. Henerv, fur his new boots wus a beginin to hurt. So the perleece called the gal back an arsked her did she no whare thay hed moved to, but she sed n©-. An then be tuck us t©' a drug store an got a director an looked till he found Wm. H. Scooper, No. 17 Basswood street. “Thare you air,” s'es he, an lie went along with ms.. Itr wus considerable ot a ways, an William Hevery limped awful fore we got thare. Thay wus awful surprised t©’ see us. “Youve eot us up side down,” ses Billy, “but were glad to see you en-ny wavs.”

The fust nite welied to all sleep on to the parltr flore, fur thay want a> bedi up, an we et a cole sujjper to.. * But next day we straitened things around, an by nite et looked es thosumbuddiy lived thare. The widder hed tried to be awful solumn ever sence the party at Thomases. “My hart is-bruck,” ses she; “I teal thet lam a goin in to a incline.” An she recht an holped her sell to-a peace o’ back bone..

HESTER ANN SCOOPER.