Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1866-09-15
HONEY.

bly,, but as Honey stood there, hel
kinky head dropped down, two dimples
framing her full mouth, and her ewes
just glimmering under their yelling
fr!lnges, it was as plain that she blushed
as if you could have seen her do it
She tugged at the corner of her white
apron first, and then chewed it; she
wriggled her fat shoulders and tried to
get away, but Sam held her first.
Can't go jes yet, Honey; couldn't
let ye. Dere ant no time like de pres
ent. Dere's question 1 want to ask
ye.'
Dunno what it kin be- said Honey,
knowing we'll.
'Jes only whether you don't like me
little, Honey?'
'Dere, now! No, of course not.'
Don't b'lieve it, Honey
Dunno whyy should presumption
ate I do
well, Honey, cause Tn so berry
fond o you.'
Honey relented little.
You see,' said Sam, holding her fast
still, 'Massa telled me some time ago to
pick out gal I liked, and dere ant nc
gal | like but you. You's jes the pur.
tiest and smartest in desc parts, and ef
you'll marry me you sha'n't nebber re.
pent it; far as kin I'll make you hap.
py, Honey
And then his voice fell little, for al
that instant it crossed the chattels
mind that man who did not even own
himself, who never could own even his
children, might find it little hard tc
make his wife happy under some cir
cumstances.
Honey just then only thought of him
She lifted her great seal-brown eyes
and gave him look and dropped them
again. Sam put his arm little further
around her waist.
Honey, if you wiU, Massa'Il give us
a reg'lar weddin'. He said he would,
and you dunno how glad I'll be. Pears
like l shouldn't take no heart in nuthin
eff you liked Bill best
Il don't like Bill bit, said Honey.
Then you'll like me p
'Oh, go wayp said Honey, aspect
I'll hab to say so jes to be shet of ye ?
And then Sam kissed her, and Honey
tried to laugh, and made little open
palmed slap at him, and ended by hid
ing her head in his dandy waistcoat and
crying there like a baby. She hardly
knew why herself.
The next minute bell rung, voice
was heard, and both flew to answer the
summons. Sam was Mr.. BRUSHES own
man. Honey, old Mrs. BRUSHES wait
ing-woman. Both had been pampered
and petted. Both possessed extensive
wardrobes, both were as handsome as
they could be, being black. Taking a
view of matters, one might
have said that Sam was an exceedingly
desirable parti, and that, on the whole,
Honey could not have done better
Some jest of this kind passed from moth
er to son when the matter was spoken
of at the breakfast table. Mrs. Brusle
gave Honey a white dress. Young Mr..
Brusle tossed Sam suit which had
graced fashionable ball room with its
presence.
The Rev. Oliver Huile was invited
to dine for the purpose of performing
the ceremony, and afterward there were
congratulations and feasting in the
kitchen.
Those Northerners talk of our cruel
ty to our slaves said Mrs. Brusle, as
she waved her gorgeous fan softly to
and fro, sitting between her son and the
divine, on the veranda 'but fancy
they don't trouble themselves about
their servants as zoe do. I've really ex-
erted myself to please Honey And the
Rev. Huile patted his lips with his
cambria kerchief and laughed softly,
partly in sympathy with the lady, partly
in derision of the fancies of the North.
The Chinese, You know, think all
other nations barbarians, my dear lady,
he said, and we humor their fancies