Semi Weekly Interior Journal

Seeing Some Fun.

One day as I stood in the door of the Postoffice in a small town in South Carolina, I saw a man enter a saloon opposite. In thirty seconds he reappeared, having passed out the back door, and turned a lumber pile. He came straight across the street, a look of fun on his face, and as he took a chair on the steps, he whispered:

"Now, stranger, you'll see some fun in about three minutes."

"How?"

"Wall, my old woman is around the corner in the truck cart. She'll miss me and head straight for that bar to collar my neck. I wont be there, and she wont give up looking until she has a set-to with the chap who hands out the pizen. She kin lick him, and I'll bet on it, and you jist sot still and you'll hear epliuters fly."

In about two minutes we saw the old woman cross the square and enter a saloon, where we hurried over to look through the window, the man saying as we crossed:

"Stranger, onless yer made of cast iron and double-bolted ye hadn't bet. ter go in till the row is over!"

But there was no row. The old woman walked up to the bar, laid down one of the old fashioned ten cent scrips and called for her whisky straight. Then she put one foot on the rail before the bar, elevated the glass, and down went the "pizen" without a gasp. Up went her hand to wipe her mouth, and as she turned to come out, she said:

"Yum - yum - don't let on to the old man if he comes in!"

We dodged around the corner and I expected to hear an explanation from my companion. He should have given one, and I think he started out with that intention, but all he could say was:

"Now, then, may I be chawed by alligators!"