American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1879-11-08
WHY HE DID NOT MARRY AGAIN

Yes, mum, 1 know pertickelers, and
these are them
When Mrs. Brownly was a-dyin', she
said to Mr.. Brownly:
sAminidab, don't you ever marry
again, or I'll scalp her," and Aminidab
Brownly he said, &c No, won't, Almira /;
1 won't never think ont. 1 set too
much by you.''
And suppose he meant it then; but
widowers will be widowers, and, AFTER
Mrs. Brownly had been dead year, Mr..
Brownly took the Grape off his hat and
took to calling on Carline Cushing, and
all the neighbors said to each other,
Did you everP" "My goodness!" and
want to know
Well, Mr.. Brownly, he was forehand-
ed, and Carline, she warn't so mighty
young, and il seemed as if she was 90
in to have him; but all of sudden he
didn't go there no more, and MIR. Brown
ly looked awful solemn, and put the
Grape on to his hat again, and all the
neighbors wanted to know how things
really was, and some of 'em called on
Carline's mother, Widow Cushing, and
says to her:
" 1t seems, mum, to us as if Carline
warn't goin' to step off, arter ALL
"It does appear that way,'' says
Widow Gushing.
"Carline is sort of set agin widowers,
we reckon" said Mrs. Russal.
"Well, l dino as she isl says the
Widow Gushing she; "Carline is
in her twenty-seventh year, and she's
been disappointed twice; and she kinder
thought a widower would do if he was
steady and equinomical and forehanded !;
but singular things has occurred, ladies,
singular things has occurred
1--WE want to know?' says they.
''Very singular things" says Widow
Gushing, "Carline kinder felt to feel
that she hadn't ortcr risk no more; but,
ladies, take off your bonnets, and Au-
rory you set the tea-table, and I'll Just
tell you all about it over our meal"
So they said how they would stay,
since she was SO pressing, and they took
their things off, and then they all sat
down; and considerin' it was pot-luck,
I've heerd twas real nice tea.
But rather reckon the Widow Cush-
ing must hev guessed somebody would
be over to ask pertickelers.
So the ladies, they sat by, and the
widow she poured out, and says Mrs.
Brisle, says she:
"Well, about them pertickelers, Mrs.
Cushing?"
SWELL" says Widow Cushing firstly,
"when Mr.. Brownly came accounting
our Carline, he used to praise her hair.
She has fine suit, as black as a coal,
you know, and as wavy as wavy kin be
and he used ter say how handsome it
was.
well, Carline was pleased at the
compliment, but arter while she said it
was sort ov curious.
Whenever he made remark about
it she'd feel as if there was cold wind
blowing over her, and then as if some
one was Juggling kinder soft like at her
hair, and that night arter she'd gone to
bed she'd invariable feel every now and
'hoh a. III soiho oho was Puhihg hdir
out.
Zone morning she says to me
"'Ma,' says she, do you think a
mouse or a rat, or any thing could pull
my hair in the night
Says 1, Il hope not, Carline.'
"'Well, says she, somebody or
something does, for this morning |
found lots of long hairs on my pillow
"'It's only your hair faliin' out, be-
cause you won't wear night-caps, Car
Gne,' says L.
Says she, 1T may be, ma, but I
don't think it,.
90 And the next day l found her a
cryin', and as many as twenty of them