Smyrna times., 1858-12-09
N y r Il A L We.
S A LLY JONES


y 'her you saw her carrying eggs to market on
b nea'oitten mare, or helping to stir apple butt
I at boiling frolic, or making a long reach at
f quilting, or sitting demurely in loo meetir
house on Sunday-in short, wherever va
saw her. she always looked as pretty. if n,
prett'er than she ever had done before.
Notwithstanding her attractions, it wi
scarcely be credited that Sally had reached III
mature age OF eighteen without suitor. AC
mIrers, nay, lovers, she had BY the score; an
whenever liquor was convenient, many sobe
youth got drunk because of her, and manv
'ghlng bachelor would willingly give his ridn
horse, or even a share in Dads farm for hcr
There was indeed no lack of will on thei
part; the difficulty was in mastering up cour
age 10 make the proposal. Mankind seemed fo
once, to be impressed with proper sense of il
own unwOrthiness.
| Now, far be it from any one TO infer from thi
mat Sally was prudish or una pproachabIe. O,
the contrary. she was good humored as come
ly' and disposed to be as loving as she was Iowa
BILE.
Poor Sally it is a great misfortune for cir
to be too handsome almost as great as to be
too ugly.
There she was, sociable and warm hearted as
Pigeon' amIable as turtle dove, looking soft
encouragement, as plainly as maiden modesty
permitted, TO her bashtul company Ct admirers.
who dwaddled about her twiddling their thumbs
biting the bark of their riding switches. and
playing number of other sheepish tricks, but
never saying werd to the purpose.
Sally was entering her nineteenth year, when
she was one day heard to observe that men
were the neanest, slowest, cowardliest. orna.
riest creatures; in short. good for nothing bu,
to lay under an apple tree with their mouths
open. and wait until the apple dropped into
them.
This observation was circulated from month
10 mouth, and. like the riddle Of the Spinx, was
deeply pondered by Sally's lovers. If any of
them had wit enough to solve the meaning
certainly no one had pluck enough 10 prove the
answer.
Not of this poor-spirited crowd was Sam
Bates stal%art youth, who stood, in winter,
SIX feet two inches in his stockings, lin summer
he didn't wear any)
Sam was not handsome, in the ordinary sense
OF The term. lie was freckled, had big mouth
and csrroty hair. His feet-but no matter
ne usually bought number fourteen and half
because they fitted him better than seyens or
eishts.
Sam was wagon-maker by profession, own.
ed fiourIShlng shop, and several hundred acres
Df unImproved land, which secured to him the
reputation OF independence. For the rest. he
was registering blade, a good rider, crack
shot with rife, and an accomplished fiddler.
Bold to the confines of imprudence, he was o
great avorite of the fair; with a heart as bip
Is his loot fist like sledge hammer, he was
he acknowledged cock of the walk, and preur
'heUGtier of the pine hill country.
MIR. Bates met Sally Jones for the first tim.
It quilting, and at sixty secoads after SINH |
le had determined to court her. He sat besid, |
Ter as she stitched, and even had The audacity |
o squeese her hand under the quilt. Truth is
mighty, and must be told.
Although Sally did resent the impertinence
y stick with her needle, she was not half 80
indignant as she ought to have been. dare
'ot say she was pleased, but perhaps | should
lot be far from the truth if did. II is unde.
liable that the more gentle and modest a wo.
nan Is, the more she admires courage nd bold.
less in the other sex.
sally blushed every time her eyes met those
It her new beau, and that was as often as sb.
ooked up.
AS for Sam, the longer he gazed the deeper
le sank IN the mire of love, and the end of the
venDg his heart and his confidence were both.
completely overwhelmed.
AS ne undertook TO see Sally home, he felt
Iumbness in his joints entirely new to him. and
Vhen he tried to make known his sentiments as
'e had previously determined, he found his
'eart was SO swelled up that il closed up his
hroat and he couldn't utter word.
"What darned sneak was - groaned Sam.
Is he turned that night on his sleepIess pillow.
What's come oyer me, that can't speak nv
mind to pretty gal without a chokin? oil
Lord! but she was TOO pretty to live on this
'irth. Well, am going to church with her
o-mOrrOw; and if don't fix matters afore 90
,ack, then drat me-"
IL is probable Sam Bates never hardened 10
he story of "Rasselas. Prince of Abysinia," :"
,r he would have been less credulous while ,bns
listening to the whispers Of fancy, and less
sady to take il for granted that the deicien.
lies of the day would be supplied by the to.
morrow.
Tomorrow came, and in due time Mr.. Bates.
ricked off in new twelve dollar suit of Jews
clothes, was on his way to meeting beside the
'eautiful Sally. His hsrse, bedecked with