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Show NOT THE RIGHT HITCHING PLACE. The scene is laid in a beer garden in the suburbs of Austin. A country fellow, with a freckled-face, pug-nosed female, with a snuff stick in her mouth, on his arm, and the swain?, as he is called in poetry, said to the barkeeper with a white apron on: "Be you the parson?" The barkeeper? hearing himself called a thing so entirely out of his line of profession, looked sheepish and said: "I? you? nod the par-on." "So you air the justice, I s'pose," said the bride, removing the snuff?-stick and throwing a bold stream of tobacco juice at the ???. "I vos [was] ?? as goot [good] as anypoly [anybody], and don't you make no foolishness ?? me," replied the barkeeper, filling his pl??? "Then you can marry folks. We want to get married." "Whobler [whoever] told you dot [that] is a liar vat [that] vants [wants] ter [to] put up some games on me." "Well, then you go out and take in your sign. We was comin' in town to get hitched, and we saw that air sign out there, Hitching Place, so as not to lose no time we came right in. Beg pardon if you ain't in the business. Come on, Sal," and taking her ???, his arm, the couple ?? bak to their wagon, which was waiting. Then the barkeeper went out, and stood before the hitching place, and studied the sign, and smoked steadily for about the space of half an hour.-Texas Siftings. |