The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1883-12-22

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folks a-dy in', an you ataAin' on il 8
hard. 1 don't 60 fur ter say ez ain
been out more'n wunst, but thet's owe
an gone; an now, Molly he contin
ued cheerfully, things is alookin' up
Ez soon ez you're strong ag' iu, l reckon
yen be all light. The little un III keel
ye from gi;tin' lonesome an down
sperlted; now won't he, Mollyp'
Yes, Sandy said the woman earn
estly, 4 begin to feel as if 1 could b.
happy-happier than ever thought o
b in. I'm goin' to begin new life
Sandy. I'm g iu' to be better wifi,
to ye than-I hare been.'
Her voice tremble d, and she stopped
suddenly agaia, turning her face away
She was strangely beautiful crea
ture to be the wife of this brawny
mountaineer. There was q softness in
her voice in stl Jag contrast to bis own
rough tones, ard although the noun
tain accent was plainly observable, ii
was greatly moditi, d. H., himself, ig
norant and unsophisticated, foil Of the
half-savage impulses and rude virtues
of the region, was qoite conscious of
the incongruity, and regard I'd hi, wifs
n ith something of awe ming led with
his undemonstrative but ardent passion.
He sat thus looking at her now, in q
kind Of adoliag wonder.
'Wsll,' he exclaimed at last, 'blest
ef can see how I ever spunked up
enough fur to ak ye, anyhow! Ye see,
Molly, I'd alters liked ye- lllers; long
afore ye ever thought O. goin' down to
Richmon'.'
The woman moved uneasily and
turned her eyes away from his eager
face; but Sandy failed to notice this,
and went on, with increasing ardor:
after ye'd gone 1 missed ye power
fu.! fused ter go over the mounting
ter ak after ye whenever 1 cud git away,
an when they told me how ye war en-
oyin' yersef down thar, a-arnin heaps
y money an livin' so fine, it mos set
ne wild. l war alters expectin' ter
near ez how ye'd got merried, an l
1ep' a-tellin' myself 'twa'n't no use;
,ut the more l tole myself, the wuss
got. An when you come home, Molly,
l-lookin' so white an mizzable like,
IN everybody said ye'd die, it-why, it
most killed me out, Molly, deed it did,
sw'all
Sandy did not often speak of those
lays of his probation; but, finding Mol
y in softened mood-Molly, who had
.lways been SO cold and reticent, so |
ull of moods and fancies,-he felt em-
oldened to proceed.
Lord, Molly, didn't hev no rest
light nor day! Bob'l tell ye how l
ung around, an hung around, an
7hen ye got q little better an come
ut, a-lookin' so white an peaked, l
1ar all of trimble. don't know now
ow ever up an axed ye. reckon l
ever would a-done it eft it hadn't been
If Bob. He put me up tew it. Sez
e: "Marm's afeard as Molly'll 60 back
,r Richmon' ag'in,' an that war more
, could stand; an so 1 axed ye, Mol
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Sandy's face was not one adapted to
le expression of tender emotion, but
lere was a perceptible mellowing of
10 irregular features and rough voice
, he went on.
Il axed ye, NJ lily, an ye said Yes;
4 I amt never he'd no call to be sorry
; l axed ye, an 1 hope you aint,
lther, say, Mollyr and the great
md was laid tendorly on her arm.
No, Sandy said she, Il amt had
, call to be sorry. You've been good
me; heap better'n have been to
,u.'
Truly, Molly scas softening. Sandy
uld hardly credit his own happiness.
o ran his fingers through the tawny
inge Of his beard awhile before he an
Tered. ~.
'Thet's all right, Molly. I laid out
be good to ye, an I've tried to be. '
y, Molly he continued, with kind
pleading earnestness in his voice,
eve done hankerin' arter the city, t
at YEP Kind O. gettin' used to the 8
ountings ag'in, aint ye, Mollyr f
1t was quite dark on the little hill I
le now, and Molly could turn her face
Idly toward her husband. r
What makes ye keep a-harpin' on
1t, Sandyp l amt hankered after the d
y-not for long time,' and slight a
udder ran over her. Gust put that +
"a out of your head, Sandy. Nothing s