The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1877-07-20

DFOke0 OH DeF udugnI6F'S 5 lOV6 IOf ''G0aL
Tom Raffies."
Kate left US on Monday. Saturday
evening she was back at our house-on
horseback this time-and Tom with her.
They fastened their horses down at the
front gate, but 1 saw them, and made
up my mind, as they walked up be-
tween the rows of cactus plants to our
door, [ would not do it.
"Ihis is Mr.. Tom Raffies," Kate said,
introducing him, rough, honest-faced
fellow enough, in his Sunday clothes,
which always deform men of his bronzed
and muscular sort.
81 see he is," ! said promptly; "but,
Kate, 1 cannot do it. Your mother
trusted me, and I will not do it. l am
sorry to disappoint you, but will not"
"Who wanted you to ?" she said, as
promptly; and added, "Oh, Tom but
wasn't it funny ?" and as she coolly took
off her things she laughed as people
never laugh who have not lived in the
open air. 81 thought 1 should have
died." she explained, for Tom was evil
IDENTIFY to be the secondary person of
this curious couple. "It was all could
do to sit on my horse. There she is
now. Run and help her oHt, Tom"
AS she spoke there was the roll of
wheels at our gate, and before Tom, who
was in no hurry about it, could go, Mrs.
Ryle, the mother, ran into the room,
painting and out of breath, eXclaiming:
"HOld on! stop! don't you do it, sir !!
They've run away! pll never consent
She isn't of agev
"I have just assured them that I will
not" 1 hastened to say, as Mrs. Ryle
laid her large and eager hands one on
each of my shoulders and pushed me
back. What a magnificent woman she
was Expanded, as Queen Elizabeth
was, by so many years of absolute rule
into as powerful female in every sense
as you would wish to meet. 1t was
easy to see that in a few years her
daughter would equal her in every way;
she was her mothers own child.
1--WE don't want him to-" she said,
and added, "Oh, but L thought should
| have died w
"Come," her mother said to the gen.
tleman who had accompanied her
daughter, ''you go away. A nice neigh
Dor you are, to let your women marry
my men, and toll them off my planta-
tion that way, as if they could be back
! by daybreak in time for the cotton
patch! And now you want to steal
| hdJ0. NOt SIT NTO away :!
at almost killed me-" the daughter
continued, laughing until the tears ran
down her cheeks. "Do hush, ma, one
moment. You see, she would find out.
Oh, we knew that" the audacious
young lady explained to the company.
awe knew, mother, and so we fixed for
it. Tom had the license in his breast
pocket, all ready. When we started on
! horseback we knew she would be after
us in her buggy. Her horse is the best,
and the road is splendid. But we knew
Mr.. Lobbin would be riding out to his
Sunday appointment-he is the circuit
preacher, you know-as regular as g
clock"
1 did not know, but her mother did
and exclaimed aloud, turning from
crimson to chalk as she did-so.
at was the funniest thingW the
young lady went on. "We could heal
her wheels rattling behind. Tom did
not know what to do. Sure enough, as
we lOped along, there was old Brother
Lobbin jogging along toward US on his
old white horse. The first thing you
know Tom had his bride on one side
and l on the other, the old man whirled
around, and his horse galloping between
US. l can talk faster than Tom, and eX-
planned it to him as we went. Tom
managed to get out his document and
unfold it for the old man to read as we
tore along. You see," the girl laughed
1--WE held tight on to the old gray as we
rode. Sometimes Tom would let go tC
give him cut with his raw-hide, and
! then again l would. We had whirled
Brother Lobbin around so suddenly,
and were going so fast, that he got con-
fused. He is never very bright, you
know, if he is good. Tom showed him
twenty-dollar gold piece, and slipped
it in the old mans vest pocket as we
galloped up hill and down, for the
wheels were rattling close behind US
And that was all, and here we arew
"You see, he married u.s." Tom ex-
planned.
81 could hardly keep on my horse,'
the exuberant young lady broke in
"Brother Lobbin had never gone sc
fast, nor his horse, either, in his life
'Dost-thou-take- ke-this-woman be
said, every word jerked out of him as
you see Kershaw pumpkins come out OI
wagon when the team is running
away. We were quick to say Yes
when the time came. But he wouldn't
make prayer for US at the end. He
But we are married, and we let him &c
as we came into town. It's all too funny
for you to stay mad with US, mother
Well make the best children in the
world-won't we, Tom? Both planta.
tions will be one now, mother, and the
black folks can marry as they please
The brides laughter subsided, how.
ever, as her mother turned, went dowr
to her buggy, got in, and drove of
without word. Nothing l could say
as 1 assisted her in, seemed to be even
heard by her. The young people rode
back the next day to Toms plantation
but it was many long month before
the mother relented. My own impres.
sion is that bouncing baby boy was
the intercessor at last. All is made u[
now. Tom has his hands full with both
the plantations, and the emancipation
of the slaves has by no means simplifieC
the management thereof. He is his
own overseer, and he certainly has able
assistants in his mother-in-law anC
wife, William NJ. Baker, in Lippi,1
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