Louisville messenger. (Louisville, Miss.) 1842-1843, 1842-09-03
OBEDfAH BASHFUL'S INST
AND LAAr rOILll1slIlp.

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/, must know, 1uf old MANI made U
= grct fuss about NY stlckr ~ hum
y round the fire cold winter nights, aud
q said be TO me one night g1ld he, "WclI,
G NOV, Obcd," you see heglwrys cab
! led Inc Obcd, but my name IS Obcdi.
ah) "Well, now, Obcd, you lisi
might rs well be out courlin Deb
Jones, MS 10 be squattiug down here
on your hunkerS, & you know, Obcd,
If You die unmarried, the name OF
l}ashful will be extinct" "Well,
now. hfber," said !, 81 don't know
nothin bout instinct, but | can 20 to
court Deb, for YOU know she dresses
her hair SO nice, and she's such a
rotten nice gal that every feIler bout
these parts is half crazy after her,
there's Joe Turner and Bill Davis,
and a hull squad Of chaps, as wears
all the new fashions, and now Father,
said | what would | look like, with
my bucksllin suit that I've wore for
six years, long side some % their blue
coats and pants, and all them are
fine fxens, but father wouldn't
hear nothin 'gainst his own opinion,
and so | had to go jist to please the
old man.
Deb used to 60 TO the old white
church, youknow, upuncle Ephrailn's
lane, near the blacksmith shop, right
by the orchard, Well, it want there
no, ! gusS it wa'nt-I wish it had
been. Well, | went off dressed du- |
ration slick, tho't; | guess | rubbed
two tallow candles, there or therea-
bouts, into my hair, tryin to make it |
curl-but | swan to man it was a mis-
teke, there want no curl about it,
after all! it stuck out for all sense iist
like pork-an-pine-quills, as Jim Ste
pers says. Well, some how or other
| got myself into tolerabIe slick order.
had on the new hat and coat | got at
a rattle night aiore, and of | bolted
to the church, with my hands in my
pockets, whistIin Hail Columby. RI
felt jist as big as old Bony Part at
Waterloo seed Deb step off of her
| boss like q feo,Nler, and runs up to1
speak TO her, when up comes that
eternal Joe Turner dressed affinity
fine as ifhe had been up into band
box to keep, and walks her right off
from me, before | could get out. GLOW !
de dew Debby?' says |, and if
didn't look nation sheepish, | recon
faint no matter | blushed some too
never mind, tho SEES |, meetin will
have to break up some time or other,
and Deb will have to go hum, so |
went up to their house to wait for her.
She did come at last, and Oh my
golly she did look screamin nice! RI
felt so fustenhed, | didn't know
what to say no hoW--at last | got ont
"Deb-that is ! mean Debory or
Debby, don't look as my face was all
over goose pimples ?"-and darn my
buttons, if Deb and that Internal Joe
didn't laugh till | wished to die nearly.
But we all Went in, and Deb handed
me chair, but | felt so fustered |
never looked where was Sittin, and
down | came chewallop right on Deb's
bonnet and her fxuns, and overset
the chair and spraWled right over OH
the floor and split my new coat right
down the back all open. Here was
a nice pickle, but Deb pinned it up.
and that gave me a kind O. lection for
her, and | staid to tea, but was so
tluStered split my tea on Joe's new :
pants, and he called me darne'd
awkard hog! Inever said one word
all the time | staid, Deb had to talk
all, and ! answered yes Or 10. She
said to me, "Mr. Obed, did you ever
near a serrenade?" Said | ''no Miss !
Debby, never heard of Sara Made:
1ut | know Sal Edwards" and Joe, Z
he fool, laughed at Mat.-But Deb
aid she didn't mean Sara Made, it y
vas what the town chaps called their I I
music, when they go out to play at I
lights; then she looked kind o. u
lantindicular at Joe, and | thinhhe
Used her.
But | soon saw that Deb loved
oe more than me, and l got ready
0 back out, Deb said, 81 suppose you
re going to see that Mol Mickle."
Why, said |, Debbory, l recon I've 81
OF a leetle more taste for the fine arts, al
IAN go after such looking critter as
lie is'-tlien she looked right smart
me and said, "she always thought
was a better Judge of furniture than