The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1874-07-17


land, thereby increasing the value of his
tract to the amount of several hundred
dollars.
Sally indirectly sent him divers messages,
intimating that she took no account of the
/ little incident at the meeting house, and
at length ventured on direct present of
pair of gray yarn stockings, knit by her
own hands.
But while every effort to win him back
to the world was unsuccessful, the yarn
stockings were a great comfort to the self
! imposed exile.
Sam wore them continually, not on his
! feet, as some matter-of- fact booby might
suppose, but in his bosom and often du-
ring the intervals of his work in the lonely
clearing, would he draw thon1 out and non-
I der on them until big tear gathered in
his eye.
"Oh Sally Jones, Sally Jones if had
only spunk enough to have courted ye
Saturday Right, instead of waiting until
| Sunday morning, things might have been
different
And then he would pick up his axe and
whack it into the next tree with the energy
of despair.
At length the whole country was electri-
fed by the announcement that Farmer
Jones had concluded to sell out and go
West" On the day appointed for the sale
there could not have been less than ono
hundred horses tethered in his barn yard.
| Sam Bates was there, looking as uneasy
] rs n MIC in a Stranue cOrnfield
! Sally might have been little thinner
than usual, just enough to heighten rather
than diminish her charms.
! 1t was generally known that she was
averse to moving west. In fact she took
no pains to conceal her sentiments on the
subject, and her pretty eyes were evidently
red with recent weeping.
| She looked mournfully around at each
| familiar object. The old homestead with
it's chunked and daubed walls; the cherry
tree under which she had played in child
| hood the flowers she had planted and
then to see the dear old furniture auction
ed off-the churn, the apple-butter pot,
the venerable quilting frame, the occasion
of SO many social gatherings.
But harder than all 1t whs when her own
white cow was put up; her pet, that calf
she had saved from the butcher; it was
too much, and the tears triukled afresh
down Sally's blooming cheeks.
"Ten dollars, ten dollars for the COW. {"
''Fifty dollars - shouted Bates.
"Why, Sammy" whispered a prudent
neighbor, ''she hain't worth twenty, at the
outside.''
"Tn gin fifty for her." replied Sam,
doggedly.
Now, when Sally heard of this piece of
gaIlantry she must needs thank the pur-
chaser for his compliment, and commend
! Sukey to his especial kindness. Then she
extended her plump hand, which Sam
seized with such a devouring grip that the
little maiden could hardly suppress a
scream.
She did suppress it, however, that she
might hear whether he had anything fur
ther to say, but she was disappointed. He
turned away dumb, swallowing as it were,
great chunks of grief as big as dumplings.
When everything was sold off and din
ner was over, the company disposed itself
about the yard in groups, reclining on the
grass, or seated on benches Or dismantled
furniture.
The conversation naturally turned on the
events of the day and the prospects of the
| Jones family, and it was unanimously
voted cussed pity that so fine a girl as
Sally should be permitted to leave the
country so evidently against her will.
"Hain't none of you sneakiug whelps
the spirit to stop her? asked the white
headed miller, addressing group of young
bachelors lying near.
The louts snickered, and turned over,
whispering to each other. but no one show
ed any disposition to try the experiment
The sun was declining in the west. Some
of those who lived at a distance were al
ready gone to harness up the horses To
morrow the belle of Cacapon Valley woulI
be on her way to Missouri.
Just then Sally rushed from the house
with a face all excitement, step all de
termined Arriving in the middle of the
ward. she mounted the reversed apple-but
ter kettle.
81 don't want TO go 10 the vest don
! don t want to leave Old Nirginia-anC
l 7 won't leave if there's man among y
, that has got spunk enough to ask rhc t
stay"
But where is Southern chivalry? witheT
ed benea,h the sneers of cold blooded ma
lignity? choked by the maxims of dollar
iineling prudence distanced on the circu
, lar race course of progress bankruI
through the tricks of cOunterfeiting pol
ticians?
!, Deluded querist, mol Like strong an
!, dangerous lion it sleeps-sleeps 30 soundI
that eveu apes may grimace and chatt'
:, insults in its face, and pull hairs from i
tail with impunity but give it a good hai
81 poke, and you will hear roar that WI
make coward tremble and the brave pm
=, dent.
!. Hearken to the sequel Of Sally Jones.