Weekly Trinity journal., 1858-02-27
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Talkn' o. wdders, gentlemen, you see was
Young feller bout twenty, or tharabout, ana )lst
begun to feel my beard gin to grow, when TUX
il into my head that must get married, and be
hanged to me- Well, was driving then on the
old Ramville road, and bout ten miles an better
fore YOU Git thar, lived the widder Taylor. She
had two children, was bout twenty-five and pore
as Jobs turkey hen. ! didn't mind that Her
whole sttywation in life didn't matter much TO
me. felt powerful smart, an was goin to GIT
n wife What mouthful that word 'wite Is in
the teeth of fool bout twenty yer old ! Well,
| sot in to courtin', and she sorter shied OH |
thought, but l had an idea she was DRAWN me
on | used to stop every day when didn hev
passengers and when did, I'd ride back and
see her a night. She wouldn't never let me KISS
her. lessen she wanted sumpen from town by mes
and then, three times outer four she didn't give
me the money to get that sumpen with. DIDN'T
kcer she kissed me /; and ia hardly take chaw
terbacker fear 'twould take the taste oufen my
Inns. Well, don't want to be all day tellin'
the story but artcr sayin' pirty things ana
spendn' more than my months wages, l gun 10
think might as we'll bring things TO pint
Thinks Peace, to morrow you must AK her bout
it, When to morrow cum, course there was hig
load o. passengers, and course they was in hur-
ly, am couldn't stop. That night rd ten
miles through the rain to see her.
Sez She, what brot you here, Mr. Teace"
Cum to see you, my darlnP seq l.
'Aw, hush! scZ she, you're always so ianny'
Mr. Peace
Scz I-'My love- you look nifty purity tonight;
won't you marry me bout Christmas?
Law Mr.. Pence, how you takl Why, cant
think o. sich thing
Cum, cum sez I, 'nonc o. yer gammon cum,
up to yer fodder, my piry, an say, \ as rite
sweet
Grcminy was fool, gentlemen,
Scz sbeI'Thjs hyars gone far cuuf. I'm in
yarnest, and tho / think heap Of yer, cant
think Of marryin YER
was keraummixcd, and didn't know no more'n
fool wOt to say. | an she was sottin on
chist an sortcr hilt down my head to think, nm
she begun TO cher me up. | eroaned and she
talked, and torekly drapped orn the chist full
length on the floor, groann' powerful As fell
| kicked over the table with the candle on it
leaVin' us in the dark.
'Wot's the matter, Mr. Peace; are you sick?'
mo, amt sick.
'Wots the matter, then? Do tell me- Mr..
Peace
groaned and rolled and wallcred roun', she
kcepin' coaxin' of me to say what was the mat
ter.
DO git up, Mr.. Peace you'll git your clothes
all sled
Don't keer,' sez I, an groaned an rolled
wuss an ever and then stopped
'Where are you, Mr.. Peace Say, you ain Il
dyin', are your
Sez shc-'Mr. Peace eff you don't speak, III
holler for light and help
That won't do thinks l, an groans again.
and hyar she cum towards me- An ist as she
got in reach grabbed her by the hands.
Let 90, Mr.. Peace, or RI hoer,'
'Yaas, do sez |, 'an wotll people say?
amt gwine to let 60 tel You say you'll hev me-
I'll groan, and hold you tel mornin', cf you
don't
Now, gentlemen, that was keen as brier for
a feller only twenty yer old, want itF
We assrned, and he proceeded
Well, alter 50 long time, she cum tn terms,
an scd she'd try an have me, and told me to git
up. Up rz, and smacked her purity lips, aud
rid back to Ramvllp Then / was the biggest
man thar mex morning, an tole all my frens to
git rcddy for big spurge. Twas common talk
and every body believed it; but dldnt ntm@Ty
the ridder 7dylor
Beware of the wddcrs. They are MS slippery
as cells She got lots o presents out o me, and
married John Jones arter all. | should like to
lick John Jones