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no doubi nii^'li! interest you, horse-pistols from the
famous outlaw l>>hn A. Merrell, and the handle half
of a sword that figured in the battle of Xew-Orleans.
The other half was found in the breasi of — a goll
player, no doubt, and is now the valued property
of Boh Taylor, who with a fiddle and his own hillside.
genius elected himself Governor of Tennessee. Step
The hall door was never shut, but with a pretense
of holding it open the old man had forsaken his
chair and was standing as if posing for the photo
graph of a courteous bow, and as if it was a
pening of every-day momeni and noi an occasion
of ceremony the young man stepped into t'<
and looked about him, at the oak beams bearing
the marks of the pioneer ax and the rough walls
that resembled the interior of a medieval fore I
Beneath the portrait of a beautiful woman he
halted, and the <>!d man, new unconscious ■ I
mony, and with the grace of a reminisceni tender
ness, bowed low and said: "My wife, sir, this
young Polly's grandmother. [1 was done by a
Frenchman, the politest man I ever saw, and those
of us who knew him voted it a pity, not to say a
regret, when he losi his life in Louisiana at the
hands of a translated countryman."
With the delivery of this sentence, smooth from
practice, the <'"!• >nel pi< ked up his formal i erem< »ny.
lie brought forth the piece of sword, and i'«>r the
edification "t" his guesi snapped the horse
and once when he turned suddenly lie came near
catching the visitor ;> - he smiled at the girl.
Now they moved down farther, and the visit.. r,
reverently putting oui his hand and touching an
old clock, called it the mummy ease of cmi
The girl laughed, and the old man reproved her
with a lo.>k and an "Ah-hah!" clearing of the
throat. "It is not historical, sir," he said. "It
looks old enough to have ticked off the time that
saw the laying of the corner-stone of the pyramids;
but I bought it from a Yankee peddler."
"And together with the unavoidable sorrows ..f
life it has marked off many a happy moment for
you," said the young man, talking to the Colon, -1
but looking at the girl. "And I hope," he added,
"that the Yankee who sold it didn't cheat you
on; of a single golden moment."
"No, sir, the clock was as l: 1
as the word of its auctioneer. But
if you will look here at the side
will see a shattered ril>, I
of a Yankee bullet flying about
one evening in quest of blood.
With a bullet through its vitals,
the clock stopped, and I have
never had it set in order again,
i shall let it remain as it now is.
so that when the Governmeni
agrees to pension all woui
North and South, I may be as
sured of a little spending-money
in my old ;
Into the hallway came the seem*
«.f a mast-fed ham, broiling; i I
the young fellow sniffed like a • \
hound. This pleased the Colonel,
and clapping him upon the shoul
der, he declared him tit com]
f. .r heroes, as it was the ma I fi 1
ham that not only had conquered
the wilderness but built up the
old-time Souths race of fai
orators. At the table the Colonel
was a moving picture of gra< i
ness. lie gave the peroratii i
a speech made by S. S. l'rent^s;
lie recited that curdling poem,
"The Stab," by Harney; and
after a scene from "Major Jones'
Courtship" he threw himself bark
and laughed till the tears ran
down his face; and they gleamed
in the subdued light, for alth
the sound of our laughter ma)
note age, our tears are always
When the young man had taken
his leave, with much ceremony on
t he part < >f the < '< >I< »nel, v
pretended to hold the do. .r i
for him, the girl, sitting in the
dim old parlor, seemed to fall into
a strangely quiet muse. '1 he
Colonel hated a lamp, and so he lighted his candle
and sat dow nto read, not the county news;. a per, for
that was too modern, but a book of S] eeches made
in course of some celebrated political contest.
After a time he looked up an.! said: "Let me read
you this. It was a greal i<sue. Dismukes had
announced himself as a candidate for Governor in
opposition to the regular nominee, and a? a meeting
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held near Gum Springs he why PoUy. whai
matter wit h you ? "
" Nothing, grandfather."
"Hut you are not paying any attention to what
I say. You understand, at Gum Springs and
"Oh; but haven't a thousand things of more im
portance happened since then.'"
"What more important? Didn't I say that I>i<
mukes was in opposition to the re
What more important, and in the \ !.
here now, it is coi t as I was afraid i' v
Those teachers over at that place haven'
feeding you on the mast-fed hai
Deviled ham was more to their ta te, I'm thii
And I wish to remark that tin- - i i didn't
ask his name, and he didn't i>.::- !■:.■■• him '!i — "
"You wouldn't let him intn You
wen- trying to pick a quarrel with him."
" Tui , tut! What ti' >;. < nse! ! • ■ *i per
mitted to announce his print iples in his own i
Must I gri »vel and crii i ly coi
here? Xonsen ■' Bul wl • i . . I ty was
this: It d ' ' the ti ■ '
the cerem i — "
name is Polly? Nobody treats a ; ■•
mony, and it's because its n I
! e\ cry minute he i 1
want a cracker. < >h, I know i
! Polly ; but in th< ■•■ da
in every family. It's difFereni i . i
i-- named Polly, ■ ■ people 1 : 1
. was poverty-stri ken rd. That's
"I hope so," said the old man, returning to
Early the next afternoon the j in returned
aboul the golf ground He had not under
stood, he said, that the Colonel 1 a final
leni i>i the quest i> »n. The< ' i
ished, but invited the young fellow to sit down.
Without embarrassment the i 1 along down
the bench to give him room. Hi that 1
was delightful, and the fact thai he had n< i
the same thing was noi a striking coinci
The old man waited for them to rea I '.
"What? Are You the Fellow That Si.ii! 'Cood-Aflernoon'?"
of their cross-fire chat, but they showed no dispo
sition to quit. They laughed. They said the same
things that they had remarked before. And alter
awhile they said them again.
The old man cleared his throat.
The young fellow looked at him. "Did you
"Yes, I did speak, and I said I would see my
" < Hi, ■ ■ ■
"Ah, wi ■
di >n .1
of a hurry •
ari'iii'.! to t]
"lie's ni ■ •
" Well, 1 lon't 1 • ■
•\. . ■ .
sleep. He dre
Sunday a long time
and a \ me,
The L, r irl a nil •
were in iho garden, and
He t'<".m<l them on a r I
Ho pretended not t
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