Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 31, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 August 1893 — Who the Man Was. [ARTICLE]

Who the Man Was.

One day in my missionary work i the Cumberland Mountains, said a ir.i ter, I rodo up to a much better-lookn louse and hillside farm than was eu Lomary in that section. “Good morning,” I said to a tall, th •uan working ‘in a patch between t. use and the road. ' How d’y?" he responded. “ Very nice place you have here, ” 1 .narked. Right peart,” he returned. “CeJk I seethe man of the house.- ’ nquired, " ihar ain’t none.” 'No? Does a widow own the pla e “No; a married woman.” ’ who is she?” Igo rack oil’s wife.” ‘..nd there is no man of the hous “I hut’s what I said." “Well, can I see Mrs. Jackson, thi “No; rhe’s gone down to the stor. oil some truck.” When will she be ba k?” “Ain’t no tellin’. She does pur: w -h ezshe pleases ’round here.” "Mr. J<vskson doesn’t cut much o; ware, does he?” 1 laughed. Not much.” “■ re ou working for him?” Course not; fer her.” ' Who are you?” 1 ventured, for mud (o see somebody who could ; . .)••■ C o information I sought. Tne man smiled a little. "Oh,” he said, “I ain’t nobody no n 'tn only I ige Jackson’s wife’s loi. ti'. nd.”