Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1879-01-15
The Wooer and the Widow.

SuIl'Ost Nou hHoW WY an
here this morning!' inquired the
sutton.
"Why, to pay me VISIT" archly
replied the widow.
"Ies-but want to have some
serious conversation with YOUR
"lndeed! Why, | am sorry for
that; dislike talking seriously.
1t makes people so uninteresting.
| would rather laugh and jest.
How anybody can be serious sur.
passes my comprehension"
"But, madam, there is one thing
we have to be serious about
ooh, yes, you mean religion, l."
mo, don't mean religion"
"Perhaps you mean DEATH and
the widow contrived to color the rip
pie Of her soft, musical voice with
the least tinge of awe, but all the
while little mischeivous devil lurk.
ed in the corner OF her eye, and
laughed in the red curves of her lips.
The dimples played hide and seek
in the rosy cheeks, aud the fair face
Dcalneu with interest.
The bachelors heart fluttered like
q chicken in it's death agony. He
had never seen her so bewitching.
$40, madam he finally ventured
to remark, IL came to talk of love.
To tell you how inexpressibly dear
you are to me. How ardently long
TO make YOU my wife, and how de-
voted will always he to you. Say,
madam" aud that wiry skeleton slid
gracefully 10 his knees. His mar.
row bones grated with an ominous
creak, but he got to the floor.
"Herc, madam, behold me at your
feet"
The widows heart was touched.
Feeling and sentiment are always
touching to widow. She could
see the mans devOtions in his eyes.
The hot blood had surged up against
his leathery features and glowed in
his face. The man was an awkward
sutton, but radiant lover,
"Now, really, Mr.. C-,"exclaim-
ed the widow, IL can not permit you
to kneel there; somebody might
come
"Let them come in. What do
care who comes inf"
: "But | care a great deal. Think
of this ridiculous situation for Mr..
e. bad seized her hands and was eff.
tectually negativing the widows
frantic efforts to get ont of the way.
"Will yon have me, MADAME
: "Will have you. What do l
want with your
"Madam, I'm q man. exclaimed
, Mr.. c.
"wcll, ! never supposed you was
a woman"
, Just at that moment the door was
opened and the bachelors rival
came in.
"Oh, beg pardon
The widow screamed-the bache-
Tor looked defiant.
"Let me 90, sir.r cried the widow.
The bony fingers of the suitor
clutched the firir hands all the tight,
er. Then, in desperation, the widow
rose to her feet-there was a con-
vulsivc movement Of her arms, her
body swayed, and the old bachelor
losing his balance, fell backwards
, to the door.
81 never saw snch n ridiculous
man in my life pouted the widow.
"Nothing | cOnld say seemed to
have any effect on him." and she
cast deprecating glance at the wild
: over.
III see how it is,r said the bache-
+ lor, still recumbent on the floor
"You two have fired it up between
y you, and I've nothing left to do but
c to die
There was no denial, and slowly
u scrambling to his feet, he stood
: minute gazing at the cruel widow
u and then with sigh that seemed
c to tear its way from his heart, as
y heavy stroke sometimes tears an(
!, splinters wood, he turned sadly
n away.
II Cotton factories and cotton sex
e mills are constantly increasing IL
It the South. A little establishment
,r near Westminster, Ga, of which
Is the machinery cost only $500
1t turns out about e27 worth of manu-
he featured goods daily, aud employ
u. eight hands at 80 cents day. tn
in village consumes the product, an
1t the owners, who are also planter
III obtain vastly higher price for the
IN cotton than if they shipped it.
s. An exchange says that the mani
tn facture of cheap buggies is now
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