Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1869-11-16

am reading aloud Elizabeth Barret's descrip-
ton of kiss.
ia ring ofnmethyst
IcouId not wear, were palmer to my sight
Than that fret kiss. The second past in height
The first, and sought the forehead and half missed
Falling Upon my hair"
Stop, stop, George Duz you happer to
know what was the matter about thar %
"No, SUt, do you 2"
'By gravy, [ duz. She do9gcd. They'll
all do it, and its powerful pestersome trick
ov theirn, it is. a poor feller is bad enough
off, at sich times eny how, without the seitful
pests movin his target after he's done pulrd
trigger. Dad shave 'em all say"
"Let me tell you something q BARN on the
pint You all know-everY body duz-that
besides bein nat'ral borned fool, clean in to
the peth, I is as awkward as left handed foot
adze with an injun rubber helve, when is
amung the wimmin folks. Thar's kissin of
'em, for instance, as you has jst read about.
Ats juty that must be gone through with,
if you likes peace better nor you 90 freshly
grub'd bald head yet somehow l always
manages to make a mOxom owe the juty-the
kiss, an now an then the gal, every time l
goes for hit. | recon its because | don't set
much store by the article no how Hits
sorter like hot soup, not very tattenin-jist a
fOrerunnin shadder owe vittils that's all. But
the wimmin folks seems to think its somethiu
worth fghtin fOr-so we must sorter "let on,
you know, or thar'd never be mouthtul owe
sweet milk about the house. They'd "thun~
dersIay" it afore it wus strained.
II hearn 'Tilda Hood, store clothse gal,
with high heels, an frnged fan, say that
when Doctor Roggis kissd her, hit felt like
as tho hummin bird, as big as a spock!ed
hen, wer playin stream owe wild honey down
her throat about the size owe a woosted bell
chord while he fan'd kcr cheeks with wings
scented with bargamot an sparklin with
spanglcs, ontil she seed rouzin big hoop skirt
in the sky, made owe rainbows an hearnin a
mockin bird a whistlin Fishers hornpipe in
her nose, an that she woudent a hollcr'd II
she could. Well aybe she woudent. These
store clothse folks has some mighty curious
ways, eny how. But thars Denizatle Snod-
grass, home make, ma trail gal built out owe
| live meat au' blood an har an siCh, arter fUs
fghtin me all over the yard went an told
it,-that I kissed like fiugin a poor, hanky
slab owe raw beef aGin a stone chimley. Hit
| stuck fas' an smen fiujSh That ar Snodgrass
| gal is too burned smart to be real healthy any
how an her kissin's no better than any other
gals, what keeps thar mouth wiped. [ kin
| kiss an fly loose and slick as she ken, and
rabbit 'er
"Now, jist to show you what pervokin
great lemmox is, I'll tell you all what hap
pened to a night peart gal named Pop BaiIy.
! ] were sittin up with 'er, one night at her
| house an she Wcr in a rale eXpectuut frame
owe mind from the way she kept on a sighln
| an a lookin in the fire. Her fat wholesome
| old nanny had knit herself asleep, leanin
back agin the chimley jamb, her pipe had fell
! in her buzzum an the stem stuck out like
the handle owe stew pan, while the cat play d
with her yarn ball on the harth.
Thinks l. I'd best indulge right now. So
! l begin to take an off han sight at Pops
/ mouth, we'll as l could by the light owe embers
| Jist as soon as she seed me bowin my naik, up
she got an sot pot owe lye hominey, that
wer a gurglin an n simmerin in the corner,
square in front owe the pile owe embers, sayin',
thar now; l recon maybe youI bile" Then
! she sot herself back in her chair, cross'd her
hans an sot up nay target sgin, purfsctIy fail
! for me to shoot, she purtending TO be in doze.
| Bile, the devil" Shed sot the hominey pot
so as to cast big shadder all over her face,
an that's what spilled my shootin.
''Ah lordy, boys how they all does love a
/ SEolC owe shyness Well. when tho't that
had "a rae fine sight, ,jist about short inch
below the snout, pulrd trigger, l mus do
her the jestice to say that she dident dodge a
bit, for she wer dOzin, you know, but still
hit her in thicket owe curls, atwixt the eye
an the year, greazin my snout slick with old
hogs fat, l wiped off the scent owe hit, as we'll
as could, on my sleeve, an listened to hear
/ if the old oman still snored l wer feared
to look round least Pop mout wake you know
an naove my board. l foun' when got my
buzzin years sorter quieted, that she wer a
snorein-that is, if you'd call hoss snorein
! in copper still snorein. So 1 fxes up for
/ another shot, an don't you believe hit
| her on the throat this time, an her sleepin
calm an still as baby-an' hit sounded like
drappin oye an oven led fiat into a tub owe
COW slop. Dad shave me, boys if l warn,