BLISTER GIVES ADVICE
Blister Haines, J. P., was by way of being a character. His waggish viewpoint was emphasized by a slight stutter.
“S-so you want to h-hitch up to double trouble, do you?” he asked.
“We want to get married,” Bob said.
“S-same thing,” the fat man wheezed, grinning. “C-come right in an’ I’ll tie you tighter ’n a d-drum.”
“I’ve only got six dollars,” the bridegroom explained.
“No matter a-tall. My f-fee is jus’ six d-dollars,” the justice announced promptly.
Bob hesitated. June nudged him and whispered. The husband-elect listened, nodded, and spoke up.
“I’ll pay you two dollars.”
Blister looked at the bride reproachfully. “L-lady, if you ain’t worth s-six dollars to him you ain’t worth a c-cent. But I’ll show you how good a sport I am. I’ll m-make you a wedding present of the j-job. Got any witnesses?”