Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1886-04-10
II amt q scoldin' NV her, Puss, the

talkin an or gigglin with that Off
scourin! FL she's SO keen ter marry,
Wv don't she marry Wilson, Their
sheriff. He's putty nigh dead airter
her; but no, she must fling him ter n
side, like er ole coat, an turn ter or
fool not fittin ter DO tuck up out Nv the
mud ter keep a wagin frum runnin
over him. Err sheriff, mind yer; or
sheriff nv or county that's putty nigh
outen debt, bein flung er side fur such
or thing as that! Lem-me tell yer
somethin; there mout he some good
pints in or drunken ~loafer, but Their
sober loafer amt no count whutever.
When whisky makes er man loaf, hit
ginrelly lets him 60 back ter work
agin when hit gifts done or pizenin Nv
him, but when natur tells or man ter
loaf, thar amt no use'n foolin with
him, Sis!
Vas, pap.
Did yer hear whut I saidc
Vas, sir.
Wall, then, mark whut I've told, yer,
an here's somethin else l want yer ter
understan in p%urticuler. m that's this:
I don't want that Teller ter come or
Their place no mo-. Eff he does hit
wont be good fur him, fur l wush
may die dead of l don't fail him with
the fust thing l ken lay my hans on.
81 heard him tell Sis that he'd be
round her ter night" said John Crab
tree. He was sitting ON the ground
cutting up tufts Of grass with his
knife.
Eyer don't say SOL" the old man ex.
claimed.
IL reckon l said So" John replied.
"Do yer hear that, Pussp" the old
man asked; turning to his wife.
"Yas, / hear it,"
wal. I'm going ter do whut l said
I'd do of he m inter this yard. I'll
fail him, I'll fail him. l tell yer. tell
he'll think he's wore bodatiously out.
I won't put up with him no longer"
"Tobe, l wouldn't fail him." said
Mrs. Crabtree.
"Whut!" vociferated the old man.
wouldn't fail himp Puss, l wush |
may die dead of l don't believe that
yer air taking up fur him."
"Oh, no, lobe; oh, no., | amt. l
reckon yer'd better fail him, Tobe."
"lLl do hit jest as shore as he comes
in this here yard. Sis, whut made him
say he wuz coming here to.nightP"
Twilight was merging into deeper
dusk, but the old man could see the
troubled expression which the girls
face had assumed.
ANSWER me-"
Pap. how could I keep him from
comingP"
"Now here, Sis, don't talk ter yer
ole father like he didn't have good
sense"
!. Pap, let me tell yer. When we wuz
at meeting Nick he come up ter me an
says, says he. Sis, I'm coming ovur ter
yer house ter night. l knowd yer
didn't want him ter come, but l couldn't
tell him when thar wuz SO many folks
err standing err round or gaz in and or
gaping"
"Could or done it Of yer,d been er
mind ter, said the old man II know
in
"Pap, exclaimed tho girl, s~pringing
to her feet, Il hear Nick or coming
down the lane or singing. Yer say
that yell fail him if he comes in the
yard, so please, sir, let me 60 and tell
him not ter come in.
"Let her go, Tobe, said Mrs. Crab
tree.
/ sod POUNDS! exclaimed the old man
turning sharply upon his wife. 81 do
believe that yer air encouraging Nv
Their trifing rascal. Let John go and
tell him.
Il amt got no truck with him.
John replied. 1t was now too dark to
study faces, otherwise the old man
would have seen the grateful look
which the girl cast upon her brother.
"Wall, them" said old lobe, Ego on
and tell him. but come right on back.
Ell yer stay time I'll come andlar.
rup the whelp anyhow.
Sis hurried down the lane.
"Why, of here amt that little oman
come ter meet me-" said Nick, as he
discerned. through the gloom. the
graceful figure Of the girl. Hello.
little -"
Hush. Nick. Stop right whar yer
air and don't say er word till l git
through. Pap is awful mad at yer and
swars that of ever yer come in the yard
agin he'll take er pole AMI fail yer"
"Whut's he mad at me- or boutP"
81 don't know"
"Yis, yer do" said Nick, as he
placed one hand on the rail fence.
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