North Branch democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Pa.) 1854-1867, 1862-08-27
EDWARD BUCKETS CouRTsHIP.

Old Mr.. Posey, the father Of Polly Posey,
lived clos't by our house, and Polly used to
come over rite often; she was a darn'd purity
gal, and used to have some mighty quare
feelings about her; at last one day, my
mother said to me:
p" Ned, why don't you court Polly Possy,
think she'd make prime wife"
cob" says |, "mammy, / do want to,
but don't know what to say to her.''
"Why. Ned" says she, "gest go, an the
fust good chance you git, say fine weather,
Miss Polly, and that will do for beginning,
and one word brings ON another, and if she
likes you, you may soon tell it; and when
you git in good chat, gest say, Miss Polly,
you've got my hart, and if she likes that pur-
ty well, then pop the question"
So one Sunday evening, I told mother
thought it was good time to go to see Pol
ly, she said so did she. So fixed up, put
on my best clothes, and combed my hair,
and axed mother if she thought I'd do.
ooh, yes" says she, "Td call you the
clean thing now."
So off starts. and soon found myself at
Mr.. Posey's door. .
Who's thar 2" says Mrs. Posey.
" Edward Bucket" asys I.
{" Walk In, Mr.. Bucket how's your NAM
my and the children 2"
&c A II Sfirrip T thanh borr,. ~..
folks 2"
.'All well, sir"
There sot Polly says " What's the news
Miss Polly 2"
ooh, Mr.. Bucket" says she, "nothin'
bleve, only VI heard you were about to git
married"
Thar, thought I, the subjects broach'd al
ready. "Oh, no." says l, &" Miss Polly,
only wants to be-"
About this time night comes on, and it be-
gan to rain dreadfuly in ran the old man.
Chow do you do, Mr.. Posey 2"
How are you, Mr.. Bucket?"
swell, thank you.';
After awhile, supper was over, and began
to think ought to be saying something on
the subject. So sot on my chair, and my
heart swell'd; all was full of life but me |
| was thinking about my Dizziness so at last,
says Mrs. Posey.
"Polly, go to the door, and see if the rain
amt quit"
Polly jump'd up, and run to the door, and
looked out, and said:
It's so dark, Ma, don't see but by the
!ightnen l see another cloud just behind.'
Now, thought l, is my time. Polly kept
staying in the piazar, and sot still, signing
in my chair, till at last called up my cour.
age, and walked to where Polly was it was
so dark, couldn't see her, and so 1 spok e,
that she might answer so as how could find
her.
Fine weather, Miss Polly"
20 no, Mr.. Bucket, it's too rainy"
"Well, don't noe, but the RAIN does make
it VERSE;" says l, and by this time had got
my hand on her shoulder. C. One word
brings on another" says l.
OonietlHles, says Sne. La me Mr.
Bucket, what an ugly night for wedding %
Thar, thought I, now's my time; SO says
I, miss Polly, mother says you've got my
! HUer."
Oh, no, Mr.. Bucket, may be it's your
heart" .
This stumped me, and if could 'av got
my hat, bleve would left off then, but
she kept talking on full of life, but I couldn't
forget the liver, SO | told her I would come
again, before long, and she said she didn't
care if did; and l. told her wanted to
court her, and she said she didn't care if I
did; and so ] got my hat, and started home,
arter the usual good night, and all the way
home kept thinking about the liver, but |
thought no body would noe it, and it would
rub oft. But Poll told all the gals of it till
mother got hold of it, and guess as how |
got a genteel scolding, but the people all
laughed at me SO much about it, that got
right mad with Poll, and haint spoke to her
since, and every time see young feller,
without experience, arter the gals, think Of
the fine aeeather and the liper.