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Show DANGEROUS BUTTERMILK. He was a young man with peachy cheeks, a downy mustache and pink eyes carefully shaded with a circle of lemon. He was bare-headed, minus a boot, and his Sunday broadcloth was ripped clear to the collar. "Is your name Bennett?" asked the Court. "Yes sir, and I want to go home." "Were you at the fair?" "Yes, sir." "Why didn't you go home?" "I wanted to help a man box up a big squash, and the train got three minutes ahead of me." "Then what?" "Then I took some buttermilk and walked around to wait for the next train." "I see. The buttermilk led to your ???Unreadable???. Bub, you want to let buttermilk alone in the future." "Yes, sir." "Where do you live?" "In Branch County." "How do you expect to get home?" "Walk." "Can't you telegraph for money?" "I - I guess I could, but father wouldn't send it." He said I was too innocent to come to the Fair in the first place." "He was right. Boys like you should be in their trundle-beds as soon as the hens go to roost. You may go. Perhaps the conductor will pass you along." - Detroit Free Press. |
