Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1855-08-11
Yankee COurtShip.


dreadful nice crilter. Daddy used to
make great fuss bout my stickin' to hum
so clus, and said might as well be ont
courtin' Deb as 10 be squatin' round the
fire doin' nothing. Well, | telled him It
warn'tno kind of use; but the old man
wouldnt hear no!hin' again his own
opinion so had 10 go, just TO please
the old man. Deb used TO go 10 the old
white church, you know, up uncle Jarvis
lane. near the blacksmilh's shop, right by
the orchard.
Well | wen; olf,dressed tarnation slick;
kid o. guess rubbed TO the matter OF
about two pounds of taller candles IN my
head, Just to make it curl; but 'twarn'i no
use, it stuck out just like hogs bristles.
But somehow or other | got myself IN
pretty slick order; had on my new hat
and coat won at the rattle, and of boil
ted to The church, with my hands in my
pockets, whisllin' Hail Columbia;" felt
as brave as Bonypart at Waterloo, and the
tust thing see was Deb steppn' of her
horse, and up Iruns to speak 10 her, when
long comes that 'larnal Joe Turner, dres-
sed ALFRED nice, looked as if he'd been
put up in a band-box, and walked her
right off, fore | could say "how'd due,
| Deb -
If | didn't look nation sheepish then,
taint no matter; blushed jest as blue as
an indigo bag. "Never mind" says |,
"meetn" will bust up some time or other,
and Deb will have 10 go hum" SO
went up TO the house TO wait for her, and
pretty soon long she come; by gosh she
did look screamln nice.
| felt so husterifed didn't know what
on earth to say to her; at last got out
Deb :" and says |, "don't my face look
all over goose pmples p and blame by
buttons if Deb and that 'tarnal Joe Tur-
ner didn't snort right out Anyhow, we
all went in, and Deb handed me a char;
bu: never looked where was setiin',
and down | went, ker wollop, right on
, Dcb's new bonnet and fix ups; overset the
cheer, and spraw led right on the floor, and
split my new coat down the back, wide
open.
But Deb pinned il up, and that gave me
a kind of an infection for her, and slald
to tea but was so conhustraed, split
my tea all over Joe's pants, and he called
me darned awkward hog. never said
word the whole durn time; Deb had TO
do all the talkin', and answered yes and
no. Says she to me, Jonathan, did you
ever hear serenade ?" "No," says |,
''Miss Debby, | never heard of Sarah
Made; but I've hearn tell of Sal Edwards"
and Joe, the fool, snortcd at that, too.
But Deb said she didn't mean Sarah
Made, it was what the town chaps call the
music hen they 60 out TO play al nights;
and then she looked kind of slaniandicu-
lar al Joe, aud am pretty sartin' he give
her buss. But see that Deb loved Joe
more than she did me, SO | got ready 10
back out; and says Deb TO me, IL 'spose
| you're goin' 10 see Mol Michael" SAYS
|, "Deb, guess | got little more taste
/ than 10 run arler slch cattle as that" And
tifen she looked at me quite smart, and
that tickled me all out 10 death, and | riz
up TO make bow, but somehow or other
! catched my feet logeth ther, and sprawled
/ ''5"' % "a HS', anu upSO' HCi IIEuA iIlu
Joe's lap. She got up darned mad, / tell
you, and says she, "TIl be conlound it,
that's too bad !" But had to snort right
out, for never know'd afore thal Deb
wore false hair, and when she feel, her
heart-catchers come Off, and she looked
jest Ike ssreeeh owl; and says |, Deb.
never mind, We are goln 10 shear our old
black sheep next Sunday, and Ill send
yJu wool enough 10 make wiz on.
That rIz Deb's Ebenczer, and she made
one poke al me with shovel, bal is
warn't no use, was 90 The road 10 hum.
And | told dad, and dad laughed; sec dad
always laughs whenever any thing lickIes
him; and lwIxt you and me, that's ihe
last lime ever went 10 see Deb Sauce
pan.