Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1857-05-07


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BECKY WILSON'S UoURrsnp.- now,
Becky do tell us about it, sez the gals.
sBout what, sez she.
sWhy, about your cOurtship,' sez tho gals.
sPshawl' sez she, turning away her head and
| bushing dreadful, syou had better tell your
ewn courtship yourselfI reckon"
Eyes, but none of us never had any beaux,
Becky, and you are a married woman. Come,
now, tell us about it. l do love to hear about
| counting so mnch,' sez Betsey Bowers.
soh yes, Becky, do tell us.''
FWell, sez Becky, after great deal of blush
ing and twisting about, sl'll tell you all how it
was, if that will suit you.''
sWell, now,' sez the gals, all getting round
her so they could hear good.
sWell,' sez Becky, putting an emphasis on
every word, swhen he come to our house to
see me-" turning her head and kinder looking
down sideway' under her arms, fool! he'd
better go to sec hisself l reckon. Gracious
knows, didn't care nothin' about him. Well
John, he loved me. Fosl he'd better love
hisself reckon
sOh, that's funny-go on sez the gals.
sWoll, then, John he ax'd me if I'd have
him Food better have hsselfI reckon"
tTAcn what did you say1'
81 never sed nothing. Gracious knows he
wasn't gwine to git n0thin, out on me-
'Oh,' sea the gals, 'then do go on, Becky
sThen John he aX'd mother il he moughtent
| naVeu1e. tOOl DeItcr nave DlSSelt 4 reckon
sWel,' seZ the gals.
'Well, mother, was kinder Illustrated and sed
| yes. Fool better mind her own business,
| reckon
tThen what!'
| sThen John ax'd daddy il he moughtent
have me, and daddy got kinder frustrated, and
| said yes too.'
sThat's the sort of a daddy said the gals,
| rubbing their hands.
| sThen mother She went to town and got a
white trock for me, and white gloves for me to
put my hands to be married to John. Hem!
fool, better be married herself, reckon
SWELL, go on, Becky
'Pshaw! now, | amt gwino to tell you no
| more about it, so amt.
'0h, yes Becky do go on. oh, do tell us all
about the wedding, Becky-thst's a good
| soul.'
sOh, hush gals, bout such nonsense.
s0h do now, that's good soul.'
sWe, bimc by the preacher came to over
house, and whole heap of people to marry
me. Fools they'd great deal better stay at
home reckon. Gracious knows didn't want
to see them.'
SNeyer mind. Go on.'
sWcll, then John he came to take me up to
tho preacher man for to be married-Fool!
did feel so mad. And then Pshawl gals,
can't tell any more.'
s0h, yes, go ON Becky
sWell, the preacher man ax'd me if I'D have
Jonn TO De my lawful husband. Heml fools,
} better have hisself reckon. And them
Pshaw, gals, won't tell any more.'
'0h, Becky. Now your jest coming to the
J most interesting part. Oh, do tell us the rest
3 Becky
well, never sed nuthin,' and the preacher
q man he said | must have John to be my has-
n band when he was sick and when he was wei
t and when he was better and when he was wor
: ser, and rich and rich and poor, and love him
and stick to him, and lord knows what hear
d of things and he said what he put together i
s was again the law for anybody to take apar
o and so was married hard and fast the fus
It thing know'd to john
AAt. sWell, what then, Becky7' ses the gals, gel
q ting more and more interested all the time.
ls "Why, then the preacher man went hom,
d and then all the tellers cum pullin' and hau
in and kissen and squeezin' me; and sue
r. other carryins on as they did cut up. Fools
in they great deal better kiss their ownselves
reckon
$50 on Becky, tell us all about it, Sos tt
Ter gals.
rs swell, then after they all went away, Jot
and I-oh, pshaw, l amt goin' o tell you
other word more, sss Becky; swhen you
M married yourselves you'll know all about it
reckon.