The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1888-07-05

ends ner his hair go wavin' from the
middle Of his head in slick scallops: ner
he didn't wear no shinin' pale blue neck-tie,
ner sport yallcr leather gloves with black
stitchin' all down the outsidc-oh, no; yer
kin bctcher 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 pcrty
as his big brown eyes-fur he showed
IL every day Of his life, while the other
feller hid his'n-sech IS 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, il the other fellar haint got the
glitterin' brass on his chceksl He Jest
shinnies round and Is all grins and
perlitc bows and makes pertendancc At
teachin' us fellars at the Mission, and we
kids know Is much as he do and gives him
sech points on religious questions as stag
gers the moke. But he keeps ON . readin'
Scripter ter Us, though we kin see he could
kill every last one Of US cheerful enough;
and all cause she blecves In sech COINS on,
and he has eye on the rich young woman
as kin afford TO ride them kind o. hobbies
And when the Fourth Of July Is pcrty
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 'cm to help her "entertain the
lambs Of her little fock;" and ! see the
curly wolf bowin' and . 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 pcrlite as chips that Fourth
Of July Such sunlight and big pink clouds
and shinin' waters and soft warm winds
I KEEP close ter my teacher, and his lovin',
kind eyes KEEP lookin' 50 glad down inter
my face, that, somehow, felt he was goin'
ter do some pleasant thing fur me; and
then and there I made up my mind II tho
chance came I'd do somethin' fur him.
The whole caboodle Of us were driv out
in 'busses-scch jolly percession Of 'em!
But she and the curly fellar went fyin'
long past US in stylish buggy hitched
onter two spankin' snowy gray nags-her
| own turnout, yer mind, kids. Then little
cloud KEN up, somehow, at sight Of 'em,
and see it settle over my dear teachers 3
watchin', wistful eyes; and fled . vow
on top o. tothcr one that I'D just go right To
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 anever
i %cl HhnH NsvnSA Ao,,A ,Axv
O. course her ole aunt were allus trapes
in along with hcr-a Wilhelm and goin' on
ridiculous; but she were worse than jest
nobody at all; sides, knowed she druthel
have the curly man, any day, fur his looks.
The wintry woods was cool and green
and chuck full o. dancin' lights and shad
ders, and the air in it were sweeter thar
the lovely stun on my teachers Sunday
hankychih. breathcd 50 deep, kids, that
most got tipsy on the smell o. the spicy
woods wanted ter yell, and howl, and
| roll over and over in all the lovelincss
And ! does roll over; and cause the ali
was 90 cool, and the shadders SO deep, and
the grass 50 soft falls sound asleep. And
when gets ter drcamin' ! thinks hears
her q talkin' soft and quiet like-and q
arguin' this away and that; and, will you
b'lceve me, fellcrs, when opened my eyes,
10, II they weren't somebody talkin' right
on the opposite side o the big tree were q
layin' under-and it were her voice!
ut is true" heered her sayin', 1T
is true that have known you for quite q
while, Mr.. Montressor, and that / have
every reason to think you are IN upright
and honorable gentleman, but the question
you have asked me is one that can moi
answer, fear, without giving you pain
"Ah, do not say that Miss Wintry!"-
kids, It were the curly man holdin' forth
"Think how dark my life will become
without your sweet presence! All will bt
blank to me, and my heart will be crushed
and brokenl Oh, Miss Wintry, l have
longed for this hour-I have lived in the
sweet consciousness that my suit WAS moi
displeasing to you-that my love would
surely win love in return, and that -
Fellars, couldn't help it. got 30 scairt
fearin' she would up and lissen approovin
ter that perty speech o. his'n, that l jes1
gave one awful yell like Injun in At!
MY yell had two twin echoes-Mistel
Montressor and Miss Wintry jest screechet
like all possessed, and the curly dud.
fore he got the right lay o. land axshul
~ struck out and run, crawled round
through the green ferns and grass {,
where she were q sittin', and axcd hel
pardon far scarin' her, humble enough; bu
she jest laughed hearty, and put her dazzlin
white hand on my red top knot, and says
- thank you, Jim; you have done me ,
great scrvice!" and laughed again.
Miss Wintry," says !, kneelin' clos.
beside her dress of perty white stun tha
was layin' like foamin' pillows all round
her, Miss Wintry, don't lissen to tha
man no more; he hain't wuth one swee
glance o. yer perty eyes. Turn yer ten
tion to one who loves yer as the flower.
loves the dew-one who is as inncrccnt ane