Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1888-06-30

ends ner his hair 60 a wavin' from the
his head in slick scallops; ner
he didn't wear no shinin' pale blue neck-tie,
ner sport yaller leather gloves with black
stitchn' all down the outside-oh, no; yer
kin betcher sweet life he didn't! He'd never
be obleeged ter have ter dipend sech
make ups as them fur his fine looks-not by
good dealt He were jest plain and honest
good lookin', and his heart were as perty
as his big brown eyes-fur he showed
it every day of his life, while the other
feller hid his'n-sech as it were-under his
striped silk wescut
Every Sunday at the Mission see 'em,
all through the cold spring and the late
comm summer; and the more sees 'em
the more | watches their COINS on; and
see she haint come TO even guess he loves
her like blazes and is jest too innercent
and BACKYARD to up and tell her so; but,
jeeminy, if the other fellar haint got the
glitterin' brass on his cheeksl he jest
shinnies round and Is all grins and
perlte bows and makes pertendance at
aeachin' us fellars at tho Mission, and we
Kids knowssss much rs he do and gives him
sech points on religious questions as stag
gers the molSe. But he keeps on a readin'
Scripter ter Us, though we kin see he could
kill every last one of us cheerful enough;
and all cause she bleeves In sech COINS on,
and he has eye on the rich young woman
as kin afford to ride them kind o. hobbiea
And when the Fourth of July is perty
nearly here, the rich young woman says as
how she's goin ter give us kids picnic in
the Wintry woods. Ole Job Wintry's her
uncle and she's his sole airss, and she kin
do Jest what she wants ter with both OF
'em And she tells the lady and gentle
men teachers of the Mission that she shall
expect 'em to help her "entertain the
| lambs of her little f1ock;" and l see the
curly wolf bowin' and a scrapin' and
makes up my mind to stay close by the
fold and not git alone with him in the
Wintry woods!
The fellar that runs the weather racket
were kind and perlite as chips that Fourth
of July. Such sunlight and big pink clouds
and shinin' waters and soft warm winds
| kep' close ter my teacher, and his lovin',
kind eyes KEEP lookin so glad down inter
my face, that. somehow, l felt he was goin'
ter do some pleasant thing fur me; and
then and there made up my mind If the
chance came I'd do somethin' fur him.
The whole caboodle Of us were driv out
in busses-sech jolly pcrcession OF 'em
But she and the curly fellar went hyin
long past US in stylish buggy hitched
onter two spankin' snowy gray nags-hel
own turnout, yer mind, kids. Then little
cloud ken up, somehow, ut sight Of 'em
and see it settle over my dear teacher
watchin', wistful eyes; and l filed vow
on top o. tother one that I'd Just 20 right tc
her and tell her my 'pinion o. them two
lovers o. hern. Seemed like she didn't have
nobody to tell her nothin', or she'd anevel
wasted no time on that hifalutin' dandy
o. course her ole aunt were allus a trapes
in along with her--a whiein' and goin' OF
ridiculous; but she were worse than lcs
nobody at all; sides, ! knowod she druthe
have the curly man, any day, fur his looks
The wintry woods was cool and greer
and chuck full O dancin' lights and shad
dcrs, and the air in 1t were swceter thai
the lovely stuff on my teachers Sunda.
hankychiff breathed so deep, kids, tha
most got tipsy on the smell o. the spic
woods-I wanted ter yell, and howl, an
roll over and over in all the lovellnes'
And | does roll over; and cause the al
was 50 cool and the shadders so deep, an
the grass so soft falls sound asleep. An
when gets ter dreamin' | thinks hear
her talixin' soft and quiet like-and
arguin' this away and that; and, will yo
b'leeye me, fellers, when opened my eye
10, if they weren't somebody talkin' rigt
on the opposite side o the big tree were
layin' under--and it were her voice!
| I. l. I hnr "
is true that have known you for quite
while, Mr.. Montressor, and that l hay
every reason to think you are an uprigl
and honorable gentleman, but the questio
YOU have asked me is one that | can nj
answer, fear, without giving you pain
"Ah, do not say that Miss Wintryr''
kids, it were the curly man holdin' fort
"Think how dark my life will beoon
without your sweet presence! All will
a blank to me- and my heart will be crusht
and broken! Oh, Miss Wintry, l hay
longcd for this hour--I have lived in Il
sweet consciousness that my suit was III
. displeasing to you-that my love wou
i surely win love in return, and that -"
Fellars, couldn't help it. | got so scaii
fearin' she would up and lissen approovi
| Ter lHHt DtrlN hDtttu hie IL, th"e 4 "
!, gave one awful yell like ln1un in a tit
y Ny yell had two twin echoes-Mist
+ Montressor and Miss Wintry jest screech'
IS like all possessed, and the curly du'
n fore be got the right lay o. land aXsht
II " struck out and nm | crawled roul
y through the green ferns and grass
st where she were sittin', and aXcd j
d pardon fur. scarin' her, humble enough; b
o she Jest laughed hearty, and put her dazzli
IS white hand on my red top-knot, and say
T. ~ thank you, jim; you have done me
k great serviceln and laughed again
f" Miss Wintry," says |, kneelin' clio
a beside her dress of perty white stuff tn
m was layin' like foamin pillows all roul
c, her, "Miss Wintry, don't lissen to tn
man no more; he hain't wuth one swe
70 glance o. yer pcrty eyes Turn yer 'te
10 ton to one who loves yer as the ilowe
n loves the dcw-one who Is as innercent a