The Farmer Was Fixed

A well-to-do Georgia farmer invited a merchant friend to diñe with liim. The merchant was kiiown for his crankiness and had once or twiee tried toshoot peopie for immagined wrougs. The farmer had considerable dealings with htm, and they were on tlie best of terms. However, the farmer ahvavs kept a wary eye on him. Several days after the dinner at the farmer's house the merchant said to him : "I can't account for the queer feelings and impulses I have occasionally. For instance, the other day when I was dining at yonr table it suddenly carne into my minl to kill yon, though I liad nothing in the world against you. I had a pistol in ni y pocket at the time, and once I had my hand on if, when the strange fecling passed from me." "Don't let that bother you," said the farmer. "I knowed all ahout your failin's in that line, an' I wuzzent asleep when 1 saw your hand to your hip. My son John wuz standin' in the halhvay, back of yon, with a shotgun leveled at you, an' yon just did save your bacon by changin' your mind. Ef you hadn't he'd er blowed daylight through you." - Frank L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitntion.