The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1876-06-15
DILL'S LOVE AFFAIR.

Anu WHaI IL yOu HuNe, uotleTkln!
A wingP Or a slice from the breastP"
81 won't take any meat to-day, Joe;
mot any potato either, thank YOU"
Joe dropped the carving fork, and
Hooked at me across the dining table.
"You'rc sick, Polly. Upon my word,
you're pale as stalk of celery. l leave
it to you, Dill, if she isn't"
Della Clement was the school-teacher,
who had boarded with us ever since the
winter before, when Teddy had the
Group.
"polly's used up, sir, chasing after
Perpetual Motion"
Joe glanced at u hearts delight,
balancing a wish-bone on the arm of
his high chair, and then back at me
%anxiously.
eve can't have this, Polly. Can't
you hire another grip" Whereupon
Dill and l both laughed, for that is a
stereotyped remark of Joe's, repeated
whenever he sees me particularly wilt
ed. AS if one girl were not more than
l could manage! Besides, there was
the expense.
"Polly needs a change" said Dill,
helping herself to pickles. 80 do you,
for that matter. Suppose you both ran
of to the mountains next week. I'll
take care of Teddy"
"No, no; you and Polly CO." said
Joe, who hates travelling as he hates
changing his coat-and that's speaking
strongly.
1t ended in II all going, and leav.
ing Teddy at his grandmother's on the
way. l wouldn't stir without Joe, and
1 was bent on having Dill with us, to
give us an air of gentility, I told her.
She has been about the world a good
deal, and always knows just how to
behave, which is more than 1 can say
for Joe or myself-especially Joe, dear
! big fellow. He's the best soul living,
but he isn't polished, and he wouldn',
be for any thing, that's the worst of it
1t was fearfully hot when. we reached
Benis, which was the railroad terminus
two years ago. Two six-horse coaches
stood blistering in a sand bank, wait
ing to transport passengers to. the
Crawford House., nine miles on, ant
these were filled in a twinkling.
"Oh, Joe, Joe, do hurry! we sham
get seats,' cried 1, clutching him b,
the arm.
But l might as we'll have tried to hur
ry the Great Eastern. s.i ,e 49, "a,
"Don't want to-" returned he, coolly
"Don't you see, Polly, they'll have I.
put on an extrap Wen ride more com
fortably in that"
While the horses were being har
messed, we were grateful for the shelte
of the rude restaurant, and sat down Il
a rough table, covered with unbleaehe,
sheeting, to drink a cup of tea.
"It's strong as an early attachment
Polly" observed the divider of my sol
rows, in an explosive whisper.
"And bitter as remorse,'' chimed i
Dill. "But it is a consolation to kno,
it was stepped in a tea-kettle."
"Yea, verify" said Joe, with an elo
quent glance at the rusty stove in tn
corner, Oh which coffee was steamin
in a wash-hoiler.
His face was purpish, like a Scotc
thistle, but Dill looked as cool an
waxen as a Lent lily. Her complexio
is weather-proof, and with those sol
black eyes of hers, she can never be an
thing less than a beauty; whileI-wel
] am n of the blue and gold edition
of humanity, pretty enough at first, br
sure to fade. rs
When the extra wagon came, Joe pr
me on the back seat, between himse
and Dill, and We jolted energetically O
over the mighty hills; past Kiarsag
Mountain, capped by a spacious hot,
that in the distance looks not muc
larger than a matchbox on q mantel
past the sorrowful Wiley House, an
so on into the heart Of the Crawfor
Notch, No room for carriages to pa,
excepting atlong intervals, where plac,
were purposely provided by scoopin
level spaces in the side of o mountain
The driver refined in at one Of these an
waited. We could hear the rattle Of
coach in the distance, and indignal
echoes from the surrounding height
as II they resented such sintrusisn upo
their solitude. Presently found aNbSr
in the road lurched the stage in all /
yellow m~agnifcence, its front fitting =
frightfully by reason Of the weight
baggage behind. .
"What's to hinder its turning
somersault backwards" asked Dil