Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1850-11-08
Becky Wilson's Conrtship.

DssAy VhooA y Noui bouiP'
"oh, now Becky, do tell u, all sbou, it,"
ses the gals.
Becy hadr'i besn married moro than
month and had no, go, over her ba,hfulne.s
vet
- Bout what" ses she.
"Why abOu, your court,hip." ,e. the
gals.
Shaw" ses she. turning her head and
blu'hlng dreadful, YOU'D better tell your
own couri'hip yourself, Ircckon."
=" Yes. bat none Of us ever had any bcauI.
Becky, aud you's married woman. Come.
now, do tell vs. sbou, IL. l do love TO hear
all abou, eonnin' N much, . say, Bc,y Pow.
en.
"oh, yes Becky, do tell US"
"well," scr Becky, after great deal Il
slushing and twisting about, " III tell you all
how !, was, II ihat'l satisfy you.
Well" se, the gals, all gotiin' round her
50 they'd hear her good.
"well," ss' Becky ,Puiting an snpha,.,
on abou, every other word. " John he cum to
our'hou,e tu see me, ses she, iurnin' away
her head, Kind o. lookin down sido~a,, un-
der her arm. Fool, he'd better hi, gone lu
sec his sell, J reckon. Gracious know. |
didn't care nothin' about him"
"Well," says the gals.
"well, John sed he loved me. Foil bet
ter love hs self, reckon"
"Oh, that $50 funny" save the gals, "go
on,
SHAW" scs Becky, " what's IN, u,c' |
wont tell no more"
"Oh, YES, do-do, Becky" So all Of EN-.
We'll, then, John he sIed me tn have him.
Him, foll, better have his sell, reckon
"And wha, did you say"
Hem, never said nothin'. Gracious
knows he was no, gwine 10 Get no,hin' out
ofme."
"oh, Oh" say, III. gale, " do go on. Bee.
Ky"
Then Jonn he aIod mother Il he mough,-
IN, have me. Fool better have HI. self, ]
reckon"
"Well." ,es the gals.
"well, then mother she got Kind Of nusti.
Gated and said, yes"
And then whsi'-
Then John he aIcd daddy Il b. moughi.
en-, h,y, me, aud daddy he go, KIDD of husti.
Gated too, and said yes, ,oo."
That's the sort of daddies, .e, the gals,
rubbin' their hands.
Then mamma, she wen, to town and Got
a white rryrs for me, and white gloves N pot
on my hands, Cor me To h. married To John
well" scS the gals, "go on
"shaw now, ! ain, gvine to tell YOU no
more about IL, 80 amt"
"Oh, yes, Becky, do go on. Oh, DO tell
Us all about the weIdin, that's good soul. -
"Oh hush, gals, boz, sich nonsense"
oh, do now, that. g",d soul -
Well, bycmby the preacher man lac rum
to our 'o"s and while he'pof people, to
marry me. Fools, they great deal better
,isid loms, ! reckon. Gracious Lnov, did
nj wantn 80. Gun"
Never mind, Becky, GO on
Well. then John, he came To take up to
the preacher man for he msrucd. Fool ]
never did feel - mad. And then hc---Oh,
shaw, gals can', tell 10 more"
"Oh, YES, 90 on, Becky"
Well, then the preacher man, he aIed
the ii | would have John To benny lawful hu,.
band. Hun, fool better have him his self |
reckon And then---shaW gals, ] wont tell
any more"
"Oh, do INV, Becky, do--now your ~,
coming ,o the most interesting part, oh, DO
tell Us the the rest Becky"
well, never said noihin, and the preach.
er man, he .aid must have Joha 10 he my
husband-whcn he Was sick, when he vs.
we'll, and when he was belter or wosser, and
rich or poor, and love him and stick to him,
aud mind him--l0rd only knows what
heap of things And thea he ,aid people
wha, he pu, ,oge,hcr, Il ~as agin the Law 10
take apart. And 40 w,s married, hard and