Southern planter., 1832-06-16

Saii ~ nO" w ypu want 'ofWaI'y, OF only 70 I
court2"
Tits was what call choaker. Poor Sally mado
bni one jump, and landed in the middle ofihe kit
chem and then she slrnlled into dark corner, I'LL
the Old nun aiAer laughing himself intoa whoop-1
ing cough, was put to bed.
Then came applos and cider, and the ice beng
broken, plenty Of chat with nanny Jones, about
the minister and the sarmon. agreed with her
10 nicely on all the points Of doctrine, but bad
forgot the text and all tho heads Of discourse but
SIX. Then sho leased and tofmenied mo 10 tell who
accounted the best singer IN the gallery that day
Bot num- there was no getting that out Of ne
"Pmise to the face. isolen disgacer says I, throw
ing aly squint at Sally. Allast, Mira Jones light
cd rcsher candle, and after charging Sally to look
well to the fire, she led the way to bed, and the
squire gathered up his ShOo AID stockings, and fol-
lowed
Sally and were left sitting good yard apart,
honest measure. For fear Of getting tongue-ued
again, set right in with a steady stream of talk.
told her all the particulars about the weather
that vas past, and also made some pretty cute
guesses Il what Il was like TO bo in future; at first
gave hitch up with my chair, At every foil stop;
then growing .saucy,l i repeated il al every CON-
ma and semicoon, al last Il was hitchs hitch, and
planted myself by the side q her.
@lswow, SallS, you looked 90 plagued handsome
uo-day that wanted 10 eat you up" apshaw git
along you"--says she. Aly hand had crept alanR
somehow upon jts fngen, and began to scrapo &C
quaintance wi1h hers; she sent il home again with
a desperate jerk. Try il again, no better Iack; I;
"why Miss Jones, you're getting opstropelous, liz
IL old maidishl guess . "HandB offs fair play
Mr.. Beede." II is good sirito 6nd girl Bulky.
| knew where tho shoe pinched, il was that arc
Patty Bean business; 50 ] went 70 work y persuade
her that never had any notion after Patty and TO
prove IT fell to running her down at great rate,
Sally could not help Ginning in with me, and !
rather guess Miss Patty suffered few.
lnow not onlylpot hold Of her hand without oppo-
sition, but managed to clip an arm round her waist.
But there was no satisfying me; so | must 20 to
poklng out my lips after buss; guess Tued III
she fetched me slap on the face that made me see
stars, and my ears Tung like brass kettle for q
quarter Of an hour was forced 10 laugh al the
Joke, though out Of the wrong side Of my mouth
which gave my face something The look Of grid
iron.
The bat1s now began the pegnlar wuy. 20
Sally give me kiuu and be done With & now, {"
won't, 30 there let me alone." "pll 'lakoit wheth
or or no.e 'spo ifyou you dare" And AZ Il went
rough and tumble; an odd destruction Of stare
now commenced the bow Ofmy cTavat was squat q
! IN half shake; at the next but. smash went shir
collar, and the same time some ofthe head fasien
ings gave way, and down came Sally's hair in
Hood like mill dam broke loose, carrying ava
half dozen combs--one dig Of Sslly's elbow, ant
. my bfooming ruffies melted down to dish cloth
But he had nc lime to boast; soon her neck tack
: ling began to shyeF, il paTted at the throat, who
rah, came a whole school Of blue and white beads
scamPering and running noes every way about th
door. BY the hpkey, fSaly Jones isn't zeal grit
! there is no snakes. She fought fir, however,
must Cen, andncithet tried to bite or scratch; an
when she could 6ght ne longer, for want Of breath
she yielded handsomely. Her arms fell down b
her side, her head back over her chair, hor eyes clc
aed, and there Jay her little plump mouth, alln ih
} sif Lordl Did you ever see hawk pounce uE
! on young Tobin--a humble bee upon a clover iOp
Say nothing. Colsarn it, Mrs. Jones was ubou
half between asleep and awake. "There goes m
yeast botte," said she to herself ''burs into twer
" pieces, and my bread is oil dough sgann
The upshort ofthe matter vas, fell in love wit
8 Sally Jones, over head and ears Every Slinda
night rain or shine, 6nds me rappng atsquire Jone'
5 door, and twenty times baye been within hair
D brealth Of popping the question. But now | hav
madeA final resolve, and III live until the next Sur
day night, and if 1 don'. choak in the trial, Sail
P Jones viii hear thundcr, John Neal