Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 March 1893 — Who the Man Was. [ARTICLE]

Who the Man Was.

One day in my missionary work in the Cumberland Mountains, said a min i- ter, I rode up to a much better-looking bouse and hillside farm than was cuni irn ary in that section. ' Good morning," I said to a tall, th n it'.,: working in a patch between tin t u-e and the road. ' iiow d’y?” he responded. “ \ ery nice place you have here," 1 rein a ked. night peart," he returned. “< an I see the man of the house?” ! inquired,

• xliar ain’t none.” ‘No? Does a widow own the plac e .‘'' “No; a married woman.” “Who is she?” “I.ige Jackson’s wife.” “And there is no man of the house?” “That’s what I said.” “Well, can I see Mrs. Jackson, then 1 '” “No; she’s gone down to the store u> Tell some truck." “When will she be back?" -Ain't no tellin’. She does purty n h v sz she pleaseß ’round here.” “ , r .Nvikson doesn’t out much of a f does’ 1 laughed»ot much. , .. re you for , Um? Course not; fei ter - . , T ‘ Who are you?” I \ Matured, for I was d to see somebody S‘ ve tue information I sought. The man smiled a little, wh, he said, *T ain’t nobody much i m only Llge Jackson’s wife’s hu—band.