American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1881-01-22
He Wanted an Attachment.

A man named Ben Mildweed walked
| into the office of j Justice of the Peace
yesterday, and, taking off an old SLOUGH
hat, addressed the dignified official:
''Are you the Court?"
81 am. What is your troubleP''
| Ben betrayed agitation in the nervous
manner with which he fingered his old
| hat.
"Jedge, Nancy. my gal, hez bin
running around with two or three
men lately, and has caused me heap
| of oneasiness."
"Come to the point, Mr.. Mildweed,"
suggested the Court
"You hear my story, Jedge. I'm sot
in my ways. and I'll get thar quicker by
running my own furrow down this patch
of trouble
1.-THE Justice settled his feet COM
fortably on the table. and looked re-
signedly at Mr.. Mildweed who con-
tinued:
Nancy is the purtiest calico in Rich
woods, and we hez hitched for three
ye'rs, not spliced. you know, but wait
in for me to buy little home. The men
down to the settlement are jealous be-
cause Nancy sot up to me, and they
patch" Ben hitched up his pants and
Nancy is good gal, and her black eyes
hez fetched me, like churning fotches
butter. and she ken make me good
man or a bad man for her sake. But,
ledge, she knows it, and laughs and
carries on with Bill Peters when Pm
round She goes to camp-meetin' with
Hez Spilkins, when l have told her
a hundred times that he was q low
flung fellow, and she aggervates me
TERRIBLE
"Come to the point, Benz said the
Court. impatiently, lifting one leg over
the other.
"Tm gettin' thar, your Honor. Now,
old Uncle Marsh Turner and hev talk
ed this matter over. and he SEES tibet
Nancy hesn't any attachment fer me.
Thet like to broke my heart. Jedge. I'll
swow it did. SEES Uncle Marsh, 'Ben,'
Nancy?' Yes, Uncle Marsh ses 1,
most powerful Hez she fer you?'
ses he. I'm dubious. uncle ses l.
'Ben,' ses he, solemnly, 'ef she can't
luv you with her whole hart, drap her
like hot cake. Eff she hesn't an at
tachment fer you tibet is strong. and
true, and honest, drap her. You'll be
mis- able, boy. I'm an old man, Ben,
and when l sees a young man hev an
attachment fer a gal, and she hesn't fer
him as strong, says to myself they is
foolish They hadn' ought to Splice"
Your Honor" continued Mr.. Mild
weed, "arter Uncle Marsh ses all this
to me, / goes off and thinks. l con-
cludes that he is right, and now l hev
come to the point. l saddled the old
brown mare. and put some bacon and
corn bread in the saddle bags, and
started fer Little Rock. comes straight
to you. Jedge. ard l want you to make
out an attachment for Nancy to me. I
knows tibet the Courts ken make attach
ments, and | don't care what it costs.
Jest you make out the papers, and I'll
make the old brown mare do some of
the tallest travelling gettin' back to
Nancy that you ever saw. Well, why
don't You begin, JedgeP'
1.-The Courts don make love attach
ments,'' said the Court, taking its legs
from the table. :,
Il don't care what it costs, ledge"
"You have had long trip for moth
inc, Ben, it can't be done"
Ben pulled his hat over his eyes.
wiped a trickling drop from his cheek,
and walked slowly toward the door,
mutterng:
"Tll 90 hev the brown mare fed and
study about it. | thought as how the
Court mought hev done it." and then
he stepped from the Justices door as if
Nancy was lost to him forever.-Ltttts
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