The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1873-05-07
... ABBEVIlIE S. G. WEDNESDAY, MAY T. 1873

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eyes as she noticed his sober, dis
comfted look.
"Father means WE'LL" she said, as
Luke told her the result Of his ap-
plication. "And I'm not sure but
what he is about right" she. re-
sumed, after a thoughtful pause,
"for it seems tc me that every man,
be he rich or poor, ought to have
some occupations -.
Then, as she noted her lovers
grave look, she added, softly.
"Never mind, I'll wait for you
Luke" ...
Luke Jordan suddenly disap-
peared from his accustomed'haunts,
much to the surprise of his gay
associates. But, wherever he went,
he carried with him, in his exile,
these words, and which were Ikea
tower Of strength to his soul: "Ill
wait for you Luke" " 81 "
One pleasant, sunshlny morning,
late in October, as farmer Blifkll's
was proppiug up the grape vine, in
the front yard, that threatened to
break down with theweight of its
luxurious burden, a neat cart drove
up, from which Luke Jordan
aiiuhted with a quick, elastic
spring, quite in contrast TO his
former easy, :leisurely movements;
"Good morning, Mr.. Blifkins, I
understood that you wanted to buy
some butter-tubs and cider barrels.
Think 1 have some here that will
suit you"
Whose make are they?" in
ouired the ola man, opening the
gate, he paused by the wagon:
"Mine," replied Luke, with an
air of pardonable pride, and l
challenge any cooper in the State to
beat them"
Mr.. Blifkins examined them
critically, one by one.
"They'lI. do," he said, coolly, as
he set down the last Of the lot.
What will You take for them ?"
"What | asked you for six
months ago ;o-day-your daughter,
sir"
The rognish twinkle in the old
man eyes broadened into a smile.
you've got the right kind OF
metal in you after ALL" he cried.
"Cone in. lad-come in; lshouldn't
wonder if we made a trade, after
all
Nothing 10th, Luke obeyed.
|. "MolIyn bawled Mr.. Blifkins,
thrusting his head into the kitchen
door.
Molly tripped ont into the entry:
The round, white arms were barred
above the elbows, and bore traces
of flour she had been sitting. Her
dress was a neat gingham, over
which was tied blue checkered
apron; but she looked winning and
lovely as she always did wherever
she was found. %,-. f..
She blushed and smiled as she
saw Luke, and then turning her
eyeS upon her father, waited duti-
fully to hear what he had to say.
|. The old manregarded the daugh-
"MoIly, this young man-may-
hap you've seen him before-has
brought me a lot Of tubs and bar
rels, all of his own make-a right
good article, too. He asks sa pretty
steep price tor 'em; but, if you are
willing to give it, well and good.
And, hark ye, my girl, whatever
bargain you make, your old father
will ratity.''
AS Mr.. Blifkins said this, he
considerably stepped out of the
room, and we will follow his exam
pie. But the kind of bargain the
young people made can readily be
imagined by the speedy wedding
which followed.
Luke Jordan turned his attention
to the study Of medicine, of which
nrofassiOn he hocame q nsefIl] and
influential member, but every year,
on the anniversary of his marriage,
he delighted his father-in: law Ivy
some specimen Of the hanaicraft
by which he won what he declares
to be "the best and dearest wife in
the world"
Disease Of Hogs.