The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1881-02-09
AN OLD TINE LOVE STORY
Reported by the Gazette's ''NeW
Contributor"

'Dog on it, any how l wis
, there wasn't any such thing a
trouble. 1t just seems it's alway
my luck"
Sarah Penpoint sat on a three
legged stool in the back yard, unde
an apple tree. Sarah was attire'
in a loose fitting, cross-barred calic,
wrapper.
The various autumn tints beauti
fed the surroundings and the ligh'
Indian Summer haze lent enchant
ment to the scene. Sarah sat there
stirring apple butter. Sarah was
in a quandary. She was in her
bare feet, too, and perhaps splatter-
ing hot apple-butter on them led
her to make the above remarks and
"dog on things generally, But no.
Sarah was in a quandary. She had
two fellows-just like a great many
other girls.
"Zeke" Scoopemup stood leaning
against the fence and looked down
upon the charming Sarah. He was
tall, lean and Iank had a heavy
suit of deep reddish, auburn hair,
ruddy complexion and a slight
moustache He was attired in blue
patches and a pair Of brown, coun-
try jeans pantalOons, suspended over
two manly shoulders by pair Of
woolen suspenders. Little twigs
supplied the place of buttons. Zeke
wore a heavy woolen shirt, that had
been worn six weeks without wash
ing and had been turned inside out
for a change. One leg of the pan
falcons hung gracefully over the
toe Of his boot and the other nestled
on the inside. Zeke was what
might be called a regular country
blood But what business had
Zelle Scoopomup stopping there
and leaning over the fence? Had
he come there to make mash on
the pretty Sarah? No; he had
been over to neighbors to borrow
a wheeIborrow, and just stopped to
spit on his hands, when he heard |
Sarah's remark.
"HelIo, Sal what's the racket
now" inquired Zeke.
"Oh, Zeke, you scared me" said
Sarah, somewhat embarrassed.
"Oh, you needn't scare at a good |
loolzin' telIer like me, Sal"
Sarah hardly knew how to reply
to this, for she loved Zeke, yet she
did not like to own to it. She knew
he was good looking but did not
like to tell him so but said:
"I've just been real mad about
this hateful apple-butter."
There was a little silence and
Zeke said:
:EHave you saw Eb lately ?"
'ENO, nor [ don't want to see him.
[ don't like him bit"
Ebeneezer Lank was one of Sa-
rah's fames-at least he had been
paying some attention to her and
had proposed once, l believe, but
Sarah didn't like him very well and
did not accept bis proposal. She
loved Zeke, but Zeke was one of
those bashful creatures who could
not summon courage enough to pro-
pose. Sarah had been thinking of
the propriety Of taking advantage
Of leap year and propose to Zeke
herself, but she could not get a book
on etiquette so she was in a guam
Diary over the matter. Sarah was
anxious to marry, for she was at
that age when women look upon
their future state with a degree of
It was ''to be or not to
be" with her and if she could not
get Zeke she would take Eb rather
than no one at all.
''Don't like Eb. Who do you like
then? p asked Zeke.
The butter sti1rer wound round !
on the bottom Of the kettle a little |
slower than before. 1t appeared to !
be almost neglected. Sarah's rich
golden hair fell gracefully over her
shoulders and as she hung her pretty |
head to one said in meditation, it
sent a double pointed dart right /,
through Zeke's heart. Dropping
the stirrer she tripped up to the
fence where Zeke stood She an
swered his question in a low tone,
SO | do not know what it was. They
stood and talked for twenty min
utes or more. Love beamed in
both of their eyes and they were
happy.
Sarah, you good for-nothing,
giddy-headed girl, where have you
gone and let this apple-butter burn
up?"
This was Sarah mother who had |
spoken. She had just came out Of
the kitchen and discovered the but
ter smoking and blubbering like
fury.
Zeke lodged behind the fence
and Sarah nretended to ha oa+tino,