I'll be right back." Then we heard Keyser slam open the smokehouse door, and presently he emerged with a ham, which he carried in one hand, while with the other he made a fist, which he shook threateningly at the kitchen door, as if to menace Mrs.Keyser, who couldn't see him.
Again he entered the parlor, smelling of smoke and ham, and, crossing his legs, he continued.
_Keyser_ "Excuse these little interruptions; the old woman's kinder sing'ler, and you've got to humor her to live in peace with her.

Well, sir, as I said, I rode that extr'ordinary hoss down yer by the creek on that day to which I am referring and after passin' the cornfield I was goin' to wade him into the creek; just then, all of a, suddent, what should that hoss do but--" _Mrs.Keyser_ (at the door again).

"Keyser, you lazy vagabone! Why don't you 'tend to milkin' them cows?
Not one mossel of supper do you put in your mouth this night unless you do the milkin' right off.

You sha'n't touch a crust, or my name's not Emeline Keyser!" Then Keyser leaped to his feet in a perfect frenzy of rage and hurled the chair at Mrs.Keyser; whereupon she seized the poker and came toward him with savage earnestness.

Then we adjourned to the front yard suddenly; and as Butterwick and I got into the carriage to go home, Keyser, with a humble expression in his eyes, said: "Gentlemen, I'll tell you that hoss story another time, when the old woman's calmer.