Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1884-01-17

love me ~
'eThat's what mean"
ssHe's a suckerl" exclaimed the old
man, reaching from the door.
'1'm no more o. a sucker than you air,
angrily vociferated Simon.
seWho called you a sucker2"
"You did,
Didn't. Was a talkin' bout this
fish, but eff you amt got no mo- sense
than to think you look enough like =
sucker to be mistook for one, all right,
an cut your capers, and the old man
threw out his line and resumed his fish
ing.
81 love you mighty hard, Gralda, an
l don see how you can refuse me-"
You can't see, because love is blind,
you know. Not being blinded, as you
are, 1 can see."
''who woulder thought any ivin'
woman woulder refused to marry me.
You sartinly KANT be in your right
mind"
'sNo matter about the condition of my
mind It is my own, regardless of con-
ditions.n
Without replying, the young man went
away, and the girl, not in the least dis
t,.-I~ol oho,,% hor Jr,or.lr
1t began to look as if the girl really
did not intend to marry, for every suitor
was rejected with indifference.
Whenever fall in love, father, will
tell you,n she said; II hardly think this
is likely though, for have seen nearly
all the men in the county, and 1 reckin
men in other counties are about the
same"
One day young fellow named Lige
Blakemore went to tb> mills. Every
where Lige put in an appearance, he i'm
mediately secured the pastry for home
illness, and the beauty Of his ugliness
was, the fact that he was proud Of it.
When Lige entered the mill, Gralda was
pouring corn into the hopper. The old
man was asleep.
"Why didn't you bring your turn yes
terday when we had more water p asked
the girl.
awall, why didn't you keep the water
till got here3"
"You must think that you are very
important character with your big nose
and catfish mouth2"
"Yas, an you must think you are a lit
tie Gineral Jackson wrapped up in rose
leaves, but you amt, lemme tell you"
"Well, help up here with the corn9''
sfYou must be blame fool, gal, to
think that I'm goin' ter pay you ter let
me grind the corn. Why don't you wake
up the old MANI"
'sHe's tiredn
$50 is a goat"
"Ain't you going to help me2"
ftNo, blame II do. Here, old lummux,
hop up an help the gal"
1'Who you talkin' to?n exclaimed the
old man, arising with difficulty.
"You, of course. Help up with the
con an don't shirk, . and taking down a
fishing rod, Mr. Blakemore sauntered
away
At evening, while the girl was closing
the mill, she turned to her father and
said;
Pap, I'm in love"
"Who's the feIIer9"
'Lige Blakemore."
sfW'y, he's as ugly as sin, an he amt
got no sense"
Cant help it. love him."
''Does he know it2i'
''No, but you must tell him"
'The dickens"
''Not the dickens, but Lige.n
The old man knew that protest, no
matter how vigorous, would avail moth
ing, and the next day he went over to
Blakemore's. Lige was just making his
arrangements to 60 out on camp-hunt.
Old Potter called him off to one side,
although there was no one else within
hearing, and said:
cts mighty ticklish business that I'm
on to-day, Lige. Ny darter loves you an
sent me over to tell you
Haven't got time to think about it
now, ole man. Jes' tell the gal to keep
quiet tell get back. Good day." and
he was gone. Three weeks afterward
he called at the mills. Gralda met him
AID conducted him to the little win
COW where she had rejected so many
suitors
"Lige, father told you, didn't hei"
eyes"
"Well, I couldn't help it, Lige, l
knew that If some one didn't tell you,
YOU would never know it, and couldn't
think of going through life without you.
Don't you think that you can love me
Just little2"
Tears were running down his rough
cheeks. Putting his arm around her and
drawing her to him, said:
Angel. / have loved you fur ten
,.o,., y, A,.l.z,,e,,e TIroreIer
The Danger Of Painting China
Every time look at this china, " said
one of the physicians who visited the
Pittsburg homn6pathic hospital fair, Il