Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1888-09-28
ALOVE-SICK PANTHER.

Squire" remarked the Olu oetller,
"but his'ry's got to be kept straight,
and consekently I'll hef to own up th't
wen l were young / were a tearer
'mongst the gals. 1t got to be so round
the Sugar Swamp deestric' th't If tn
was any gals with their hearts cracked
wuss'n an old chany teapot the crack
in of 'em, b'gosh, were laid right
squar' to me ev'ry time. Thar were
Suse Livingoose. Suse's left eye had
a way O. shyin' round to wind'ard, an
she were a leetle sot in her ways; but
one wear | took to shinnin' with her
TO all the doin's tn was. Bimeby the
other gals fell to pinin', and | felt sor-
ry for 'em an made up my mind th't l
wouldn't be so mean asto let Suse have
NE all the time, an c'ncluded to give
the rest of 'em show. The day afore
Bijah Looms corn huskin' | were glid-
in by Suse's house an she hailed me
an wanted to know wat time | were
comm for her to go to the huskin'. l
want comm fer her at all, but were
goin to galavant Mag McJaggers.
Suse got little red, an up an says
th't she didn't think, b'gosh, th't for
a man ez were goin' to marry her were
'dzactly the caper for him to be run
min round the kentry with every Tom.
Dick an Harry of a gal tn were in the
deestric' The wind often yeller
birds wing could ha' knocked me
over, Squire, | was so sot back. |
saws to Suse wasn't that a little sud
dent? An Suse says it mowt be or it
mowt'n't. | says wen is it comm off?
An she says th't a week fin Toosd'y
were handy time, an th't she'd sot
it for that day.
''Suse were so durn cool an pos s'tive
bout it tht my tongue cluv to the roof
O. my mouth. | got it down pooty
soon an says:
"Suse, says |, well drop this right
here. I'll alluz be a brother TO We
an
Brother be durnedr' says Suse. Il
have got seven brothers already, jist
seven more thin | want she says.
"W't I'm pin'n' fer is feller to cuddle
up agin an to pay fer my caliker. I've
sot my heart onto you, she says, ''an
tn hain't no more to say. Ye kin gal
avant Mag McJaggers t'mor' night, y"
she says, but that's the last. a week
FIN Toosd'y you an me is oner'
"Suse's squeejeed eye shifted to the
windard leetle morn ever, but her
t'other one went through Inc, b'gosh,
like red-hot poker through shingle.
| didn't go to the huskin', but pilin'
straight fer hum | shouldered my gun
an struck fer the woods. | never
stopped till | got way beyant Wild
Garden Ridge, an thar pitched my
tent, so to speak, an 'mongst the bars
an the wolves an the panthers | found
peace, till one day tumbled twenty
feet down a ledge, losin' my gun an
wrenching my leg so couldn't stan
up. / drug IN self long the foot o the
ledge till | kim to an open spot, an
thar foun' couple O good sized
caves in the rocks. 1t were comm on
night, so l pulled inter one of the
caves to stay till mornin', wen |
thought l could drag back TO my cab
in. / don't know how long slep, but
wen / woke the cave were all of a
tremble. 1t didn't take me long 10
figure out wat made it. TIL were a
painter sleepin' long o Inc in that
cave, an 'ist more thin purrin
'Fust along wished | were back TO
Sugar Swamp, but then | 'membered
th't that very day were the Toosday
week th't Suse had sot, an | shet my
eyes an smiled.
I'm safer here, b'goshr' says |.
But how / did wish fer little Dom
inie Ripper. o Lost Crow Barren! The
little dominic never weighed more'n
ninety pounds in his life, an wasn't
much taller'n bar cub, an he alluz
wore buckskin breeches. But leetle
as he were. wasn't he howler at dis
tracted meetin's? He could pound the
power inter a siX-foot-four sinner
auicker'n n | could ram down rifle ball,
an ez lay thar listnin' to the rattlin'
purr o. that painter, / wished fer the
little dominee, not ez / thought he
could rescoo Inc, but cause | kinder
wanted to git some p'ints ez TO my
chances after | slid out I'm this vale o
tears.
"Mornin' KUN a sneakin' inter the
cave and woke the painter up. The
painter riz, stretched itself half way
'crost the cave, an then gaped an
then showed me the openin' inter
wich thought I'd probably be pass
in ez soon ez the painter were ready
for breakfas. Then the painter tip
toed over TO me. 1t put its fore paws
on Inc an looked plumb in my face.
Th' want nothin' ugly lookin' in its
eyes, but Std O. that they was ez soft
an laughin' ez gals is wen We asst
her if she'll 60 to the candy pull. The
painter were big she one, an arter