The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1876-07-30
HiMEN IN MGSPUN.
rhc Wedding Of Little Mandy Uncle
hrke LOnghornS Baby,
Twas Not Marriage of Beauty with Vice
and Money but the Nuptial of A Guile.
less Girl to a Man Of Heart.

! squire, SAID Uncle Ieke IonghOru
the other day, when he came for hi.
WEEKLY HERALD, which he has beer
coming orthese twentyyears, esquire,
my youngest gal, Mandy Kulliue, is
gwine TO lock horns with Billy HAY.
foots boy; Billy's farm Is in the i'm.
hlhg county, but the young folks IL
goin to be tied At my house; and, well,
III tell you, I'd just be the worst
llckled old man in Amerky, ii you'll
just come down and see EN- swing.u
We assured the Cid gentleman that
nothing would give Us greater pleasure.
"Ive brought in load of water.
millions in 10 sell, and soon As let
shet OF 'cm, Pm your meat
You don't mind Iidiu' in "A wagon
along with plain folks do ye, squire Z"
EfYou don't, III chuck sou comfort
able like in here between me and the
Did oman and we will roll out this
evenn'."
Later in the day the old gentleman
called in II two.mule wagon and came
up very red aud hot, wiping the per.
,piration from his face with his sleeve
and now aud then converting his
'oreiinger into scuole to scrapc his
forehead with.
On taking a seat on the front spring
seat, Uncle Helle said, esquire, this is
my old 'oman, and she is II good un,
YOU bet your sweet life. No, go back
in her. Straight goods, full measure,
no weeds or trash,n
Mrs. Ieke longhurn was stout old
lady with II kindly face, very much
sun burnt, hidden ia n sun bonnet,
while she wore plain calico of spot
less neatness. She was smoking
pipe and it seemed to do her a power
IT good.
"Good evening, sir; good evening
Glad to see you. My old man said he
was gwine to take you home along
with us. Laws massy how my gals /
will stare! A rail city gentleman q |
comm to Mandy's weddin'. Hope |.
you are comfortable, Old man, that |
Oilmare's II born fool and amt got no |
business in town. and rs was u sayin',
you know my Mandy she is the |
baby; I've got four darters an two sons
a Twin and had three others, which If |
they was Twin would be agoin on to /
nigh grown. Well, Mandy is goin' to
get married, andme and the old mans .
been u gettin' things for the wcddin'. |
The way her par do carry that po'
chile, bout johnny HayfoOt, is a eau
ton, tell you. She amt had no
peace since Johnny cum over last week |
and axed for her. When he axed for /
her you oughter seed Xeke. Says he to .
Johnny, who was powerful skeered
"Well, Pm damned if this don't git |
me. Well, Johnny, I've seed you
raised from puppy and the gal is
yourn, but mind you tote far tote far
Johnny with the gal"
Here the old gentleman, who had
been driving, listening and smiling
approvingly at his wife, struck in.
"Lord, mother, how you do talk
The squire will think, maybe, ] didn't
want johnny to have the sal, when
lest upt aud told Johnny, fore you
could say Jack Robinson, the gal was
his'n, il he would tote far.p
The conversation beguiled the hours
until we reached the farm house,
when the old gentleman jumped out
and invited us to blight" and Mrs.
Longhorn, disdaiuing all assistance,
scrambled out Of the wagon and shook
herself out like hen.
"Come in, squire. Walk right-git
out, Boxer, what you barkin' at?"
A short walk brought us to the porch.
The house was as still as grave yard,
but lit up. There were two large rooms
divided by hail, u front gallery, a
kitchen in the back yard, with an ash
hopper in it.
Arriving On the porch Uncle Heke's
cherry voice was heard
"Murriah, OH, Murriah."
A little niger appeared.
"Bring bucket of fresh water"
"Want to wash, squire ," and he
poured water into tin basin, and
pocket comb, placed it at
our disposal. our toilette was over In
two minutes. esquire, amt you sorter
dry like? Peers to me somethin' with
sugar in it is wanted. Old 'oman, you
fix me aud the squire, somethin'."
The "somethin'" was brought and
drank.
lust then the notes Of fiddle
scraped was heard. All the young
men were around the front door aud
looking in al the window, the girls sat
in the dimly lighted room all around
on benches, dressed in every possible
STYLE and variety OF rural tinery; some
were pretty, all hearty and healthy.
There was no conversation, an occa'
sional smoker or an incipient giggle
was instantly frowned down. a six
foot lean COW hoy in asombrero andp ur-
nile velvet trowsers, and hickory
shirt, sat up in one corner, and tucking
his long hair behind his ears, began
"Ashes over the fence" and running |
into "Grey Eagle" then there was
sudden demoniac scrape, ending In