Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-12-09
A Tale of Love In
1889.
Led. Mott in New York Sun

whom ne was apparently speaking, sat WITHIN |
two feet Of him. But the Old Settler had just |
come in, and stood way over at the other side |
of the room, by the door, where he was put |
ting on his spectacles to read q vendue bill |
which had been pasted on the wall since his |
last visit to the Crissnan house. He turned |
sharply about as the Squire spoke. walked |
forward, and took seat by the stove. He
handled his cane nervously, and looked |
straight at the Squire, who to all appear !
ances was not aware that he was in !
the room. B15 the Squire winl1ed at the |
Sheriff, and then the boys knew that he had |
spoken Tor tho Old Settlers benefit. The lat |
ter said:
esquire, did"
''Why, guieveu'n', Major. D" said the Squire,
IS if surprised to see him. 'Gudeven'n'.
Well, its gittin tol'able winterish out.
'Twont b. long fore we hef to climb twixt
the blankets, Major. Hay!
; "Did l unerstan you to say, Squire, ez
some un We're goin' ter be hitched.' said the
Old Settler. "Ur didn't yer talk loud enough?
Ur be [ gittin' deef!"
"Oh, yes,n replied the Squire. ''Yes yes,
7 were sayin' to the Shurf yer, tn herd az
the Widder--a-h-h-the Wilder Crimaint
were gointer tie on agin."
ooh, We herd SO, did YEP said the Old Set
tier. AN You was tellin' Of it to the Shurf,
was ye! Wull, now, I'm glad, b'gosh, th't ye
TOP me ye was tall;n' to the Shurf, fur eff ye
hedn't I'd a thort to my dyin' day ez ye was
whisperin' OF it to them fellers ELS campin
two miles back yer long the Sh'holyl So ye
heeld ez the Wilder Crimfint were gointer
tie on agin, did ye? Wull, s'pose she is?
Watts the Wilder Crimhint u her tyin's on
got tc do with me, b'gosht'lmighty!'
I'M al fna
Squire. ''Leastways, not now. An come to
think on it, they never did hey nothin to do
with YEP
AN wat were the reasons fur why
bgosh q exclaimed the Old Settler, punctu-
ating his relnazs with raps of his cane on the
floor. "W'at were the reason fur why? Ye
know durn well, Squire, th't ithedn'ta been
fur bars an some o the tallet kinds o lynn
Hungryfoot d tied to nle, b'gosh, an she
wouldn't be til Wilder Crimfiint now,
lool,in' at her time o life fur another man,
an the third un at that! Who's the fortnit
individjl as is goin'uer change the Widder's
name this time q
There was more anxiety felt by the Old
Settler than his fippant manner called for,
the boys seemed to think, and they also
thought that the 'Squire's reply might have
been less aggravatingly deliberate.
''Um-m-m-let me see, - said he; '1et-me-
see. Who did l hear were the man 'Twa'n't
Life Rouzer! Oh of course not. He's gointer
hitch to ole Bunny Jarvis wilder. An boys,
that's gointer be a hummer, that weddin' is!
It's sot down for Thanksgivin', an ye wanter
scratch 'roun', Major, an git an invite. Lessee
couldn't ben Job Timpson could it! Wull,
tharl Crackee doodle Why can't think O
who it is ez is gointer marry the Wilder
don't see anyhow what's sot her mind on
hookin' on agin, for it 'twan't more'n month
ago that she tol' me she wouldn't marry the
bss man livin-oh, tell we who it is, Major
Pete Golipl Pete Golip's the lucky individjil,
Maior!"
'fWhatr exclaimed the Old Settler, spring
ing to his feet. ''Whatl The Wilder Grim
flint gointer marry Pete Golipg' The Old
Settler stood for minute with his cane
raised over the Squire's head. Then he slowly
lowered it, and resuming his seat wiped his
face with his bandanna, and said calmly
"Wul, s'pose she is? L reckon she's got 6
right to marry who she durn pleases, aint
she? She's old enough to know, b'gosh!"
Eyer right she Isl" said the Squire, ''but
kinder thort ez how ye mowt looked on i
ez bein' ruther singular th't gal-boys, II
jist lief to so back an tell We the hull story
an let We jedge fer yerselfs whuther yol
wouldn't think it was sing lar fur tn Widde
Crinfint to marry Peso Golip, if yer wa
the Major"
The Squire settled back in his chair
cleared his throat, and was about to begin
when thump of the Old Settlers cane OF
the floor babe pause.
''Stop! said he, 'Consarn We. stopl 1t beat
the 'tarnal hills, b'gosh how things IL keep
turnin' up jis' fur nothin' else ez it pears t
me- than to turn sumpin' else up that folk
has furgot forty years ago. Now, Squire
eff that story'S got to be told yer tonight,
tellit myself l don't want no lies strun
inter it, ez has ben done fore now. wan
the dead fac's in that case put on record fu
wunst So jes' keep yer tongue to yerseli
If theys any reason fur me to think the Vic
der Crimhints goin's-on is singular, boys, y
kin all find it out by listenin' to mean don
ye take no stock in no dsrn mess o trash G
mewt be dished out to We by some fellers e
thinks they'm a leesle bit smarter'n the con
mon run O folks ez earns their money. al
don't depend on it, b'gosh, by maxim OF
war'nts an ishin' summonses agin the
neighbors, an tryin' ev'ry drunken busl
whackcr ez gifts in row fur 'sault an ba
teryI'
This shot at the Squire only resulted in hi
redoubling his winks at the Sheriff.
Gan right, Major" said he. go in. Y
heerd the story more'n wunst, straight a
true Now, I'd ruther like to hear your we
sion of it. I'll kinder jog yer mem'ry, no
an then, to make it easier for We. Go i
Major
The Old Settler waved the 'Squire's insi
uations off with a contemptuous swish OF /
cane, and said:
ION the Fourth O July, 1889, they we
gointer be a picnic in the bush, over back
GuTnption HoIler an all that part O
county, an more, too, were gittin' ready f
to be ON the carpet when she come off.
Joe Hungryfoot an his wife an da'ter liv
at the Holler. Joe were the meanest ma
b'gosh, ez ever peeled hemlock, but he haI
wife ez were hummer, an in them days
da'ter Han were bout ez spruce chunk
female human natur' ez ever done her bes'
find the red ear O. corn at a huskin'.n
''Her name were Hammer G. Hungryfoo
said the Squire, nodding to the Old Settler,
much as to say, 'T1 give you lift on thi
Hammer g., but nobody never know'd wi
the stood for, but 'alluz s'posed it stood
Colt, fur she could everlastin'ly go it, a
wen she got goin' it, boys, you mowt jis
well try to stop runaway mule afore he