West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1884-10-10

table at old Mr.. CrOggiuS elbow. while
near at hand stood Peter the reader.
Laying down his pipe and clearing his
voice plaintiffs father opened the pro-
ceedngs.
"lou are well awecr what we re met
here for, said he. 1--WE don't want
To beat about the bush like them law
yer chaps do. and try TO prove that
blacH is white. All that we want 10 do
is to come to n proper understanding
about the pint in dispute. which is.
Has Teddy Virgins behaved like man
should in writing this here letter hold
in my hand, and which is to be known
from all the rest of 'em-here they are,
and there's Jolly lot of EN- And he
stirred up the papers i'm tho tin box,
and took up big handful and show
cred them into the box again at rs
to be known from the others by there
being the picter of n handle on the out
side of it, signifying winding up
Take 1t i'm your right hand, Peter, and
read IT out keerful." Peter thereon
read out the letter, with the contents of
which the rca Ter has already been
made acquainted, Miss Croggins casting
shrewlsh glances at her late lover,
while the immature Young scholar
from the lanyard growing and paving
his chin; all of which hostile demon
STATIONS were regarded by Master
Virgins with the equanimity of one who
knows that he has perfect answer
wherewith to meet his accusers when
his time comes. "In that there letter"
resumed old Mr.. Croggins. when Peter
had concluded, "he breaks of keeping
company with my gal short and crisp
I'm manner o speaking. rs anv of us
could break the tail OFF parsnip, it
being understood. previous. by all who
knowed EN-. that for n year and half
they had been cumming on the idea of
being one day splced in a honest and
straightfOr' al way, like their fathers
and mothers was before 'em. You'll
hear what he's %ot to say about that
letter when il is his turn To speak I've
been give To understand. though I'm
bowed II | can believe il, that he's been
putting II about, and that he means to-
cheek 1T out here at the same time. that
ne never did make what IN V be called
out-and-out promise to our Sarah,
and that what she has mistook for keep.
ing company was nothing but chatting
and playfulness. But wen see all about
that presently. Fish out the letter
marked with number three, Peter All.
That 5 the article; now then, let me ask
all OF you here present, if YOU ever
heerd OF verses being made in playful
ness? If they can be, and Tel Virgins
feels playful at the present time, / call
on him to prove his words by giving us
n couple verses out of hand" Thus
challenged, young Virgins shook his
head. ''What! YOU couldn't do il.
Course you couldn't You could do il
then, though. Read 'em out. Peter"
Edward Virgins blushed to the verge
of his close-cropped hair, and Miss
Croggins Joined in the giggle. i'm
which the company indulged as the
scholar complied. "Of all the flowers
wot grown in Common Garden. least
ways, wot'S carried here by rail or by
the carver, The puticst of the lot, I'll
lay farden, Ain't half such Il bloom
ing treat as my Sarah" THE flowers
is sweet, SOS roses; SOS the pink. And
minninet it amt the wust of smells
But if anybody harsks me wot / think.
I'll back my sal against all other
gals. Why" continued Mr.. Crop-
gins, rs Peter refolded the lei
ter. there's couple of hours hard
work in two verses like them" de
PENDANT pridefu,ly, though still LOOKING
sheepfsh; Get out | chucked the
lot off my mind one morning. atween
Common Garden and Harrington. ~
e" Course you did" readily retorted the
father when sa d the verses was
two-hours' job | meant for ANYBODY
wot WASH primed up for 'em. You
being primed up for 'em accounts for
your rattljng EN- off so quick "Quick
or slow, put in defendants mother.
who was an attentive listener to the
proceedings, There ant nothing like a
promise in the verses Right Won
are. num-" returned Mr. Crog9ins no.
ltely; you don expect to get cow
cumbers day after the flower comes
ana you don't expect promises of mar
rage atwiXt n chap and gal who
haven't knOwed each other more than
three weeks. That was the time. as
am told, that your son had knowed my
daughter when he wrote the poetry
what has just been read out. ANYHOW
II shows that he had pint in his eve
he was working up to. He come along
afterwards, pretty sharp though for a
young teller whose mind was okipied
with nothing but chatting and playful
ness. Fish up that next letter, Peter
w Oho OHdJ > VIII on Su0ar-DaDpT.
Two months he'd knowed her at that
time, and he cant sleep for thinking of
her and that, mindjer," added MIR.
Crogglns, impressigely, after being
mp at ha' past four to 90 TO market. and
being out with his barrier twelve
hours. It's poetry again. but there's
only one verse of it. so il wont take
long And Peter read: 'Dear
Sarah, YOU may guess the state of nv
feelings when | tell you that / throwed
OIL the follering lines while ! was get
ting my breakfast this mornin'. which
will account for the paper, which please
escuse. ] never had n worse night
rest than / enjoyed last night. Alum
6Ing and a-tossing from the time when
put Out the light. And when I rose
without q wink a-thnkiDg how il was
A summet in my bosom whispered.
sally is the cause Yours truly. Ted
dy "NOw what do YOU call thot9''
Nh Croggins demanded. appealing TO
the company generally 81 call IN cal
and boy stuff and nonsense" rcplied
old Mrs Virgins, impatientlv "Skip
over all that rubbish, and come 10 the
downright promise. That's what we
want ~ hear. ] don't believe me ever
made &C. He's too fond OF his old
mothcreyer 10 have make such a fool Of
himself Hearing this Miss Croogips
herself with q spiicMl pursing of nor
Inns. r4rprIy Turmoil y.t.,.' Cd. - 80. 49,.