The Athens post. [volume] (Athens, Tenn.) 1848-1917, 1853-06-03
BECKY WILSON'S CoURTsHIP.

Becky hadn't been married more'n month
and hadn't got over her bashfulness yet.
"Bout whatP ses she.
why bout your courtship,' ses the gals.
Shawl ses she, turning her head an blush
ing dreadful you better tell your own court
ships yourselves, lreckon.' ....
'Yes, but none Of US ever bad any beaux
Beck, and you's married woman. Come
now, do tell us all about it. do love tc
hear about courtin' SO much!' ses Betsey
Powers.
sOh, yes, Becky, do tell u.s.
WELL ses Becky, after a great deal Of
blushin' and twistin about I'll tell you al
how it was, If that will satisfy YOU
WELL ses the gals, all gettin round hel
so they could hear her good. ......
WELL ses Becky, putting an emphasis on
about every other word, John he cum tC
our house to see me, she ses, turnin' away
her head, kind o. lookin' rown sideways un.
der her arm; Fool! he had better 90 70 see
his self, ] reckon. Gracious knows I dom
care Rothin' about him.
Well ses the gals.
WELL John sed he loyed me, Fooll better
love his self, | reckon!
oh, that's so funny ses the gals; :ge on.
Shawl ses Becky, Il won't tell no more
Oh yes, do-do-Becky, says all Of EN-
WELL then, John, he axed me if wouldn't
have him. Him-fool! better have his self
! reckon
Then, what did you say!'
Hem! never said nothin. Gracious knows
he wasn't gwine to git nothing out of me-
Oh, ohp ses the gals-'do 60 on, Becky,
Then, John, he asked mother If he moughn't
have me, Fool! he better have his self, reck-
on
well, says the gals. -.
well mother. she got kind o fiustricated,
and said yes. Fool, she better mind her own
business, ] reckon
And then whatr
Then, John he asked daddy he moughtn't
have me; and daddy he got kind O. fustrica-
ted too, and sed yes, too,
THAT'S the sort of daddies, ses the gals,
rubbin their hands.
Then NANNY, she went to town and got
n white frock for me, and white gloves to
put on my hands, for me to be married to
him; Fool! better git married to him her self,
reckon g..
WELL ses the gals, go on Becky
SHAW, now, amt gwine to tell you no
more about it, so / amt
oh, yes, Becky, do 90 on! Oh, do tell US
all about the weddin, Bccky-thats a good
SOUL
oh, hush, gals, bout sich nonsense
'Oh! do now, that's good SOUL
well, by-and-by the preacher man he came
to our house, and hole heap of people to
marry me. Fools! they great deal better
staid home, | reckon. Gracious knows
didn't want to see EN-
'Never mind, Becky-go on
well, then, John he came to take me up
to the preacher man, for to be married. Fool!
never did feel so mad; and then---Oh,
shaw, gals can't tell any more
'Oh, yes; 90 on Becky
well, then, the preacher man, he axed me
if would have John to be my lawful hus-
band. Him, fool! better have his self, reck-
on. And then--shaw, gals, .Dont tell
any more
;Oh, do, Becky! Now you're jest coming
to the interesting part. Oh, do tell us the
rest, Becky
well, Inever said nothin, and the preach
er man he said must have John to my hus-
band-when he was sick, when he was well;
and when he was better or worser, ard rich
and poor; and love H., and-Lord only
knows what heap of things; and then he
said people what he put together, 1t was agin
the law to take apart; and so was married,
hard and fast, the fust thing knowed, to
John
We'll, what then, Beckyr ses the gals,
gettin' more and more interested all the
tima