e*v-rnId69HJ**nmat\y16toIT 6•hIIryf-ien,illnfwatyisissderfidte1-inflitle*yfledwc-C.aetr.aotrevotilin’8e-[j-rnofiye.c.ieaisiltinit• •id■hi1i-atruDfe,1-rymCMOfe-asn-)Uil*lift.t'sItc-«yesulrIIK BACKWOOIHI SI ATKS.M \X TAI.KS OK “WKUftlX MATt'HKSOut iu the country this is the timeof year for weddins and house raisins,and candy puliins, and fiddlin and thelike of that. Hut more in particular weddins. I reckon maybe it is some different in town, but country folks are most always too poor or either too busy to git married in thu spring and summer time.But in tho fall of the year, when the woods are changiu colors and the fields arc brown anu withered, when the crop is on the market ami your honest debts is settled, and the cash in your pocket, then the young folks quit their foolin, hire a Iddler ami a preacher, kill the turkey and git married. There is no time like wintertime for weddins.Ca»«nrU It* Dr. Sami Plt«fi*r*a 0\ Infanta* and lt;htldran’n OompIrym.Ilona of Ifotkara bloaa Caatorlr»i«torja mrra C\!lo, OfrtiaUmlloo ; ■fc.iir Hmti.a«*h. iMarrlar*. AnMtatUi \ ISliTl* ; *1*0 al«l* dl^Uon ! IWitli.iut nartxHIo atu|lt;«faotlon. 1 IT*« OaaA BLAME FOOL WEDD1N.When Miss Susanna Newberry and old man Josiah Jernigan got married, they went and made a terrible ugly botch of it. There was one wedoin match which the same i don’t reckon the good Lord had any hand in.Old Josiah had one foot in the grave and the other one shufflin around the edges. He was so old till his eye sight come back good as new am] he cut a set of baby teeth. He had lived so long till he come to the boyhood of old age. He had buried three wives and a whole passle of children, and then when the end of his road wus in sight he took up a fool notion that lie couldn’t manage to pull through without another wife.1 met old Josiah over at Murder Creek bridge one day, and he told me that he was thinkin quite frequent about workiu up another weddiu mateh iu the settlement. He said he felt the fires of forty years ago burnin within, and he was plenty able to take care of a wife. He could make some good woman happy as long as he lived and leave her somethin to go 011 when he was dead and gone. ‘And 1 do git so infernal lonesome, Uufe,’ says he.‘I reckon maybe you are something like three-thirds light about it, Uncle Josiah/ says I. ‘This is a free country, and if you want to take another wifi* to smooth the wrinkles out of