St. Landry democrat., 1888-08-25

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ed. Il allowed yer wuz roun' with jim
| Carroll"
"Naw," sheepishly replied her broth
er; ''it's tibet hot | reckoned it I'D b.
cooler under Their trees
} eye mus wanter be eat up by thel
skeeters, Hy; what'er yer dom 'utf
tibet there flre-shovel?'
jest he'd it in my hand an brung i
long, diggin' ter see eff Their mough
be any gold roun' in these parts" he
added, with an awkward chuckle.
did We find any rocks like this
hyer?" she asked, holding up the shin
ing bit she had found.
Heaps on EN-" said Hy, seemingly
anxious to make virtue of confession
"Got 'em in my pocket" and he pro
ceeded to haul out handful of similar
pieces. Fact is, Pamely, this ez val
lyble land, hevin' SIGH sights O. lead ore
lynn roun' loose, eff it amt ez slick e.
Duck Hawkins's! It'll bring err big
price, sure ez shootin'r'
when dye find it out-ther lead ore
bein' hyer?" questioned Pamely.
''Jest Their other day; l wuz a-sayin
ter myself, What's the reason thel
amt lead ore on this hyer land ez wei
ez over in the next countyT an hyer i
ez, fer true. Ye kin hev every thing
We Wantout in Montany, an gran daddy
KIN hev chicken-tixin's every day.
reckon We want ter make gran daddy
contented-like," cautiously appealed
the man.
81 do thet," said the girl, earnestly,
as she dipped fresh pail of water and
turned away
''Pamely! OPamely!" sounded shrilly
through the open door of the cabin.
"Comin'r' cried Pamely, fastening
on through the shadows, slowly follow
ed by the shutting footsteps of Hy Tod
| beaten.
Her care rendered the old man COM
Portable for the night In the morning
she waited upon him through the simple
| breakfast, and then followed her
brother as he went to the smoke-house
across from the kitchen door. Gram
| daddy was somewhat deaf, but he rare
ly failed to hear distinctly any words
not specially designed for his benefit.
Were On the las piece ov bacon,
Hy; an Hy, say, theirs nothin' wrong
bout sellin' Their farm, ez ther?n she
queried, TREMENDOUSLY
who's ben a-puttin' fool-notions in
ter yer head?" excitedly questioned the
man.
Nobody hez; but Hy-Jim CAROLS
hyer talkin' ter We SO much-'n l wisht
he'd go erway."
''Sho!' said her brother, derisively.
"Jim's er friend ter inches goin' ter
bring Cap'in Colby out ter buy the farm
ter-day; an don't We go an Spite the
trade like We done bout ther ole sorrel
las fall-tellin' the Methods preacher
ez how he wuz lame half the winter
We hear, Pamely?"
s'What fur sh'd / Spite Their trade?"
asked the girl, with a penetrating
glance.
oval, see t We don'tr' briefly re-
turned the settler, as he shambled off to
the barn.
Pamely slowly re-entered the cheer
less rooms. If the farm brought good |
price she might have as comfortable a |
home as some of her neighbors had, |
and every thing to suit gran daddy.
Perhaps even-her thoughts reverted
to vision of loveliness she had seen in
Captain Colby's carriage, the graceful
girl who never wore any thing less ele-
giant than the merino dress which Jim
Carroll had offered for birthday
present. That was what money could
10.
An hour later Jim Carroll again made
MS appearance, and another conversa-
ion with Hy Todbeater occurred be-
hind the barn. Pamely saw Captain
Jolby's carriage come winding along
he road from Bluff City, and stood
overcome with embarrassment, for be-
ide him sat the young lady. Stopping
before the door, the Captain asked
politely if his daughter might remain
here while he looked over the farm.
Pamely pulled her faded skirts as low
S possible over her bare feet, and in
liter confusion placed chair for the
isitor and retreated to the further side
f the room. The young lady moved
er seat over by gran daddy's side, and !
nth instructive Difference due to age
ddressed the conversation to him.
Il am glad you have found lead ore +
n your farm, she said, very sweetly, r
because it will bring you better :
rice.''
''Yaas, we're wantin' some money
lght bad" he replied, fattered into =
onfdential frankness by the attention. :
We wuz well fixed back in Indiany, :
ut Ely, he amt nigh SO smart ez his
addy wuz, an we're lackin' fur things r
n eat an drink an wear. I haint !,
ed no decent terback n my pipe !,
Din on three months-thet's what I q
ANTI 9,
Pamely blushed painfully, and sud- s
emily retreated to the other room, MAX
g pretence of important work about +.
le stove. -
1t seemed long time before the cap II