The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1859-03-30
Edward Buckets courtship.

astically than any. /
Edward Buckets Courtship.
Old Mr.. Posey, the father Of Polly Po-
ses used to live close by our house. and
Polly. used to come. right often, she was
darn'd purity gal, and I used to have
some mighty queer feelings about her; at
last one day, my mother says, Ned, why
don't you court Polly Oh said man.
my, do want to, but don't know what
to say to her, why, Ned says she, jest
go. aud the fust good chance you git, say.
ine weather, Miss Polly, and that will be
beginning, and one word brings on an.
other, and if she likes you, you may soon
tell it; and when You git in a good way of
chat, jest soy, Miss Polly, you've got my
heart and ifshe likes that purity well, then
pop the question ~ ~. CO.
So one Sunday evening I told mother /
lthonght it was o good time to go and see
Polly, she said SO did she. So fixed
up, put on my best clothes and combed
my hair and AID mother if she, thought
i'd do, oh, yes says she, I'D call you,
the clean thing now So of starts and
soon found myself at Mr.. Posty's door,,
l-'Who's that says Mrs. Posey. Ed
ward Bucket, saysI, Walk in Mr.. Buck.
ct, how's your mamma aud the children ,
.All strun, I thank you. how's oil your
folks?' 'AIl we'll sir.' =. 9'4' 4lt't'
+ Thar sot Polly-says I, What's. the
news, Miss Pollya' 'Oh,I Mr., Bucket.
Isays she. nothing, l believe, only heard
yon were about to git married. 'oh Thar,
Thought 1, the subjects broached already.
4 oh no, says ], Miss Polly, only wants to
be- -sire3s saT .sssrf $50 IS or.I>esl
! About this time night comes on, and it
begun to rain dreadfully; in run the old
j man, How are you, Mr.. Bucket?' Well
4 thank yon.,aai After awhile supper was
lover, and begun to thinklI oughtto be
4 saying something on the subject. So
soti on my chair and my heart. swelled;
all was fall of life but me; I was, thinking
abont my dizziness, 90 at dasss say Mrs.
4 Posey, Polly GO to the door snd see i
4 the rain don't quit Polly jump'd up
dand run to the door. and looking, ont
j said, Its so dark, Ma, Icap't see nothing
but lightnen; ] see smother cloud just be
Now, thought /, is my time, Polly skep
Z staying in the pizzar, and 1 sot still, sigh.
si ing ip, my chair tell at last L. called up al
!. my courage; aud walk d to where Polly wal
Il it Was so dark T. could not see her, and 81
q las how I could find her., Fine weather
I Mise Polly 'Oh no, Mr.. Bucket, IL
ftoo rainysse qaWell,aI don't know hut th
s rain does make it worse, says I. and b.
,ftt this time +, had got 'my, hand on be
shoulder one word brings on another
!. says I, Some times says she.r-La
I;ibMr. Bucket. what an ugly night 70
Is & weddingg p 9 T6as Thought /, noa6 en
i time; go says I, Miss Polly, mother say
q. you've got my Ever tOh no, Mr.. Buck
!, ct, may be- itsyour heart. 10 This stumpe
Is me, and if I could Of got my hat, bt
e flieve I would left off then, but kept tall
! ing on full Of life. bnt I couldn't forgit tb
d |liyer---so ! told her would come, agai
70 before long, and she said she didn't care
-.lIDaid; and i told her Iowanted to court hs
q and she said she didn't lcareif:I die
:. so I got my hat and started home, arte
It the usual good night, and al the wa
" home kept thinking about the, liver, ,br
thought nobody would know IT, aud
rTtwould rub off. But Polly told all the gal
IA dIofit, my mother got hold ont; and gel
IS as how'd ogots genteel scouldin-h hut Il
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