The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1867-07-04
neckv Wilson's Coutshsp.

BECKY wilson's CCGtsnap.
%, now, do tell US about itp' ses the
gals
Becky hadn't been married more'n q
month, and hadn't got over her bashtul-
less yet.
bout what ?" ses she.
"Why, bout your courtin', fes the
gals.
"Pshaw :" ses she, turnin' her head and
blushing dreadful; ''you better tell your
own courtships, yourselves, | reckon"
Eyes, but none of US ever had any
beaux, Beck, and you're married woman
Come, now, do tell us all bout it. l dc
love to hear bout courtin' SO much" Sc:
Betsy Powers.
20, yes, Becky, DO tell u.s."
"Well," ses Becky, after a great deal OF
bIushin' and twistin' about, "1'll tell you
all how it was, if that'll satisfy you
Well" ses Becky, putin an emphasis or
about every other word, John, he cum to
our house TO see me-" ses she, turnln'
away her head, and kinder lookin down
sideways under her arm STOOL! he had
better 90 to see his self, l reckon. Ora
cious knows, I didn't care nothin bout
him."
"Well ?" ses the gals
well, John he loved me. Fool. bet
ter love his self, I reckon"
40. that's SO funny" ses the gals
go on"
"Pshaw - sez Becky II won't tell no
more"
20, yes. do do-Beeky," ses all Of
EN-.
well, then, John he axed me if ]
wouldn't have him. H'm-fool. better
have hisself I reckon"
Then what Gid you say ?"
HIM, never said nothin'. Gracious
knows he wasn't gwiue to get nothin' out
of me-"
80, O." ses the gals. ado go on
Becky"
Then John he axed mother II he
mouennt1' have me- Fool he better have
hisself. Ireckon."
"And then what Z"
"Then John axed dad If he moughtn''
have me dad he got kinder Austricated
too, and said yes, tco."
That's the sort # daddie'," says the
gals rubbiu' their hands.
"Then, mother, she went to town and
got white frock for ne, and white glove:
TO put on my hands, for me to be married
to John. HIM, fool she better be mar
ried to him herself, reckon"
"Well," ses the gals, Ego on"
SHAW, now, l amt gwine to tell yor
all bout the weddin', Becky, SO ! amt
80, yes, Becky, do go on! O, do, tel
us all bout the weddin' Becky-that's {
good SOUL
80, hush, gals, bout SIGH nonsense"
10, do, now, that's good soul ~
well, by and by the preacher maj
he came to our house, and hole heap o
people, to marry me Fool. they grea
deal better have staid home, l reckon
Gracious knows, | didn't want to see en-
ut all"
Never mind Becky. 90 OIL"
We'll, then John he came to take ne
up to the preacher man, for to be married
Fool! never did feel SO mad an then
Q, shaw. l cant tell auy more, gals"
20, yes, go on, Becky"
"Well, then the preacher man he axe(
me if / would have John to be my Lawful
husband. Him-fool. better have hin
hisself, / reckon. And then-shaw
won't tell any more, gals"
80, do, Becky Now you're just comm
to the interestin' part. o, do tell Us Tx
rest. Becky"
"Well, | never said nothin'. and thu
preacher man he said l must have Johr
TO be my husband-when he was sick
when he was we'll, and when he was better
and worser, and love him, and stick t.
him, and mind him. and-a heap OF sucl
things and then he said people that ht
put together it was, agir the law to take
apart; and so, fust thing knowed, va:
married, hard andfast, to John"
We'll" ses the gals, gettin' more and
more interested "what then. Becky"
well, the preacher man he went h ONE
and all the felers came kissin' and hug
gin me. Fools better kissed their owl
selves, l reckon
Go on, Becky; tell US all bout IT," Sc
the gals.
swell, then. after they all went away
John he-O, shaw. ~ ses she; 81 ain
gwinc to tell you another word bout it
When you get married yourselves, the,
you'll know ali you want to, reckon"