Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1888-07-05

,e,lidn't wear no shinin' pale blue neck-tie,
.er sport WALLER leather gloves with black
iti.chin' all down the outside-oh, no; yer
Kin betcher sweet life he didn't He'd never
oe obleeged ter have ter dipend sech
make ups as them fur his fine looks-not by
L good deal, He were jest plain and honest
rood loosin': and his heart were as perty
as his big brown eyes-fur he showed
it every day of his life. while the other
teller hid his'n-sech as it were-under his
striped silk wescut.
Every Sunday at the Mission l see 'em,
al through the cold spring and the late
comm summer; and the more sees EN-
The more l watches their COINS on; and
see she h2int come to even guess he loves
her like blazes and is jest too innercent
and BACKYARD TO up and tell her so; but,
ieeminy, IL the other fellar haint got the
glitterin' brass on his cheeks! He jest
shinnies round and is al grins ana
periite bows and makes pertendance at
teachin' US fellars at the Mission, and we
kids know as much as he do ard gives him
Sech points on religious questions as stag
gers the moke. But he keeps OF readin'
Scriptcr ter US, though we kin see ne could
kill every last one of US cheerful enough; !;
and all cause she bleeves in sech COINS on,
and ne has a eye on the rich young woman
as kin afford to ride them kind o. hobbies
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
E@l hot hn n
expect 'em TO help her entertain the
lambs of her little f1ock;' and l see the
curly wolf a bowin' and a scrapin' and
makes up my mind to stay close bs the
fold and not git alone with him in the
Wintry woods,
The felIar 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
1 KEEP close ter my teacher, and his lovin',
kind eyes KEEP lookin' so glad down inter
my face, that, somehow, 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 a 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 teacher s
watchin', wistful eyes; and l filed vow
on top o. tother 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 never
wasted no time On that hifalutin' dandy.
o. course her ole aunt were allus trapes-
in along with her-a whieiu' and goin' on
ridiculous: but she were worse than jest
nobody at all; sides, knowed she druther
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 We're sweeter than
! the lovely stuff on my teachers Sunday
hankychiff. breathed so deep, kids, that
most got tipsy on the smell O. the spicy
woods-I wanted ter yell, and howl, and
roll over and over in all the loyeliness.
And l does roll over; and cause the air
TaS so cool, and the shadders so deep, and
| the grass so soft falls sound asleep. And
when | gets ter dreamin' l thinks 1 hears
! her talkin' soft and quiet Gke-and q
arguin' this away and that; and, will yoV
b'leeve me, fellers, when opened my eyes.
| 10, if they weren't somebody talkin' right
on the opposite side o the big tree 1 were d
LAWN under-2nd It were her voice,
1T is true | heered her a sayin', sit
is true that have known you for quite a
while, Mr. Montressor, and that ! haYe
every reason to think you are an upright
and honorable gentleman, but the question
you have asked me is one that l can not
answer, fear, without giving you pain
sAh. do not say that Miss Wintry I''-
kids, it We're the curly man holdin' forth.
Think how dark my life will become
without your sweet presence. All viii be
a blank to me, and my heart will be crushed
and broken. Oh, Miss Nintry, l have
longed for this hour-I have lived in the
sweet consciousness that my suit was not
displessing to you-that my love would
surely win love in return, and that -
Fellars, couldn't help it. got so scairt,
feariu' she would up and lssen approovin'
ser that perty speech o. hiS'n, that l jest
gave one awful yell like a Injun in fit
Ny yell had two twin echoes-Mister
Montressor and Miss Wintry jest screeched
like all possessed, and the curly dude
fore he go: the right lay o. land axshul-
ly struck out and rum l crawled round
through the green ferns and grass to
where she were sittin', and axed her
pardon fur scarin' her, humble enough; but
she jest laughed hearty, and put her dazzlin
white hand on my red top-knot, and says:
a. thank you, Jim: you have done me a
great service!" and laughed again.
Miss Wintry," says l, kneelin' close
beside her dress of perty white stuff that
was a layin' like foamn' pillows all round
her, Miss Wintry, don't lissen to that
man no more; he hain't wuth one sweet
glance o. yer perty eyes. Turn yer ten
tion to one who loves yer as the flowers
loves the dew-one who is as inherent and