New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1853-04-14
BECKY WILSON'S coURrsHIP.

'.Oh, now, do tell us all about it!n ses the |
gals.
Becky hadn't been married moren a month, |
and hadn't got over her bashfulness yet
"'Bout what 2" ses she.
"wby, bout your conrtship," ses the gals
ssShaw !" ses she, turning her head an blush
ing dreadful; "you better tell your own court
ships yourselves, / reckon"
.'Yes, but none of us ever had any beaux,
Beck land you's married woman Come, now,
do tell us all about it. do love to hear about
courtin' SO much !" ses Betsy Powers.
"Oh, yes, Becky, do tell u.s."
"Well," ses Becky, after great deal of blush
in and twistin' about, IN tell you all how it
was, if that'll satisfy YOU
"well,'' ses the gals, all gettin round her so
they could hear her good.
'sWell," ses Becky, putting an emphasis on
about every other word, John, he cum to our
house to see me- she ses, turnin' away her head
kind o lookin' down sideways under her arm
" Fool! he had better go to see his self, reckon.
Gracious knows! / didn't care nothin' about
him.
"Well,' ses the gals.
"well, John sed he loved me. Fool! better
love his self, | reckon"
''Oh, that's so funny,- ses the gals ''go on"
"Shawp' ses Becky, " won't tell no more"
"Oh, yes, do-do-Becky," ses all of 'em.
''Well, then, John, he axed me if wouldn't
have him. Him-fool! better have his self, /
reckon"
Then, what did you sayi'
| 1" Hem / never seJ nothin. Gracious knows,
he wasn't gwine to git nothing out of me-"
"Oh, oh' ses the gals do go on, Becky"
Then, John, he asked me if he moughn't
hav me. Fool he better have his self, 1
reckon"
"well," ses the gals.
"Well, mother, she got kind o fustricated,
and said yes Fool, she better mind her own
business, reckon"
"And then, what -
." Then, John, he asked daddy if he moughtn't
have me; and daddy he got kind o iustrieated
too, and sed yes, too.''
'' That's the sort Of daddies," ses the gals
rubin their hands.
' Then nanny, she went to town and got q
white frock for me, and white gloves to put OIL
my hands, for me to be married to John Hem,
fool she better be married to him herself,
reckon"
''Well," ses the gals, &c go on, Becky"
"Shaw, now, amt gwine to tell you no
more about it, so l amt
| "Oh, yes, Becky, do go on Oh, do tell us all
about the weddin, Becky--that's good soul. >
"Oh, hush, gals, bout sich nonsense
"Oh do now, that's good soul.'
"Well, by-and-by the preacher man he cam
to our house, and hole heap of people t
marry me Fools! they great deal better stai
nome, reckon. GRACIOUS KNOWS ulun Z wan
to see EN-
Never mind, Becky--go on
"Well, then, John he came to take me up t.
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; go on Becky"
"Well, then, the preacher man, he axed m
if would have John to he my lawful husband
: Him, fool better have him his self, reckon
! And then - shaw, gals, l 'front.' tell an
u more"
"Oh, do, Becky! Now you're jest coming /
the interesting part. Oh, do tell us the res
!, Becky
"Well, never said nothin, and the preachs
: man he said l must have John to be my husbar
Il when he was sick, when he was we'll /: al
III when he was better or worser, and rich al
poor; and love him, and stick to him, and mil
u him, and - Lord only knows what heap
y things; and then he said people what he put t,
. gether, it was agin the law to take apart an
so was married, hard and fast, the fust thin
/ knowed, to John
: swell, what then, Becky ~ ses the gals, get
tin more and more interested all the time
"Why, then the preacher man he went home
and then all the fellers came pullin' an
; haulin me, and kissing me and squeezing me
and sich other carryings on as they did cut uI
, Fools they great deal better kissed their ow
selves, reckon
''Go on, Becky! tell US about it," ses all tn
gals.
: "Well, then, after they all went away, job
! ! he Oh, shaw" ses she; ." / amt gwiI
. to tell you another word more. When you q
: married yourselves, you'll know all about it,
|, reckon" New York Sun.