Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-11-13
A YANKEE LOVE STORY.

she meetin' house, an havin' no clocks you
can depend onl Week days it don't matter
20 much: can kinder keep straight by the
fact'ry whistles. Wen, it'll gave US a chance
ter step inter the graveyard. A good many
o. the monnyments have been put up sense
you was here. They're mostly alike, all 'cept
old Cap'n Broadus'-he was bound ter have
something different. He picked his'n out
hisseif, an had it put up fore be died, ter
make sure there WANT no mistake bout it.
That's hisn over there-a female fgger
boldin' a urn. Some folks would have it
twas goblet, an said considerin' he'd KEEP
somebody a-standin' round with a glass
ready for him all his life, he might IA dis
pensed with it when he come ter be dead;
but he was dreadf full peculiar man, an he
didn't have many friends. Didn't you ever
hear how he sarved his darterl Law now
we've got time 'nough, we'll jest set down
on this bench, in the shade, an I'll tell ye
bout it, while we're waitin'; the flst bell
amt but jest rung.
How pretty them moss pinls look, grow
in over there on Myra Pratt's gravel Win
Rogers planted 'em there. He was keepin'
comply with her when she died. Folks said
he was most distracted; but land men git
over SIGH thingsl he's goin ter marry Fanny
Scott next week. He's bought the Dunn
farm an they're goin' to set up-Here.
But l was tellin' you bout Cap'n Broadus
He was great, rough, red faced, black
! bearded man, with a voice like a clap O.
thunder. He was cap'n O. one o the big
steamships runnin' out O New York, an he'd
bin in sailin' vessels fore that. He'd bin in
the Chiny trade, an don't know what not.
He'd bin all over the world, but wherever he
went he bore the same character-a dreadful
rough man an dreadful profane l shouldn't
think twas right ter tell SIGH story on the
Sabbath eff there want SIGH lesson be larned
by it.
Twas Gurus ter see the cep'n an his dar-
ter together. You'd never "a thought they
was related; but she took after her mother,
who died when she was born.
well, you'd spose, pretty as Alice was,
an rich as the cap'n was knowed ter be,
there'd be no end o fellers hangin' round
/ her, like bees round honeysuckle; but the
truth ont was, they was ell SO scarf o the
7 cap'n, an Alice herself was SO took up airy
( in ter please him, an keep him from get i'm
mad at folks while he was home, an when
he was gone a-tryin' to get braced up an
ready for his next visit, that she didn't have
no time ter think O nothin' else Eff YOU
never see the capn, you can't have no idee
/ the sort O man he was He'd stan an swear
till he was black in the face when anything
put him out.
But the young men got the idee that Alice
was stuck up, an felt herself Dove 'em count
O her money an eddication; for the cap'n
said he'd 'complish her. an he did--she
played on the pianner beautiful But they
didn't like it cause she never noticed em-
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had queer. slow way O liftin her eyelids,
rs eff her long black lashes was so heavy shs
couldn't hardly get 'em high 'nough ter see
from under; but when she did get em up
well, she RELY did have the sweetest eyes l
ever see in girls face, an they had such
innercent, appealin' look s'pose she got it
tryin' ter pacify the cap'n. But she never
needed to try it twice on nobody, an ono
young Teller found it out to his cost; but
twas all the cap'n's fault it happened
'He was home one Sabbath, uglier'n usual,
swearin' at everybody an everything. high
an low, an he KEEP it up all the mornin' till
he was fairly in meetin'-he alters went ter
meetin-, reglar's could be.
''Well, he sot there in his pew, his ewes
rangin' round, spyin out sunthin' ter find
fault with when all ter once they lighted on
Stan Purdy-Squire Purdy's son. you know.
He'd bin off studyin' ter be doctor, an had
jest come home for little vacation fore
he begun ter practice He was a good lookin'
young Teller.
We'll, he was settin' there lookin' too-an'
it jest shows how folks git into trouble when
they spend their time etarin' round stead o
payin' tention ter the minister.
but Stan, he'd bin looI,in' at the capn. an
thinkin' what a Gurus old critter he was, an
how his darter didn't look mitch like him, an
then, as was natral, he looked at Alice. an
his eyes hadn't fairly lighted on her when
the cap'n turned an caught him. l. seemed
ez ef that was what the old feller'd bin waigin'
for. he ri2 right up in his seat, his eyes
rcllin' in his head, an he took Alice by the
arm, an he marched right down the aisle,
out o nleetiu', an as he passed the Purdys
pew he glared SO Stan thought he was goin'
ter have fit, an didn't know but twas his
dooty ter foller an tend ter him; but twas
jest as well he didn't
THE cap'n made straight for home, usin'
most awful Language. He said he knowed
now why Alice was allus so anxious to so ter
meetin'. An 'twa'n't no use for her to tell
him-what was the livin' uuth-that she
didn't know Stan Purdy from Tom Nokes,
and hadn't never sot eyes on him. He wouldn't
b'lieve her.
he had ter go ter the city that night,
lucky for her, for she was clear wore out;
but ye couldn't blame her that next Sabbath
she did look over ter the Purdv's pew, ter
see who twas the capn made SIGH fuss
bout; an Stan, rememberin' how the cap'n
had acted the week afore, looked cross at her
jest as she looked at him.
well, I'm too old q woman ter go inter all
the particulars O. that part of the story
Young folks will be young folks to the end O.
time; an we al know how twas with our
selves. But IF Alice had had g hard time
afore, she had wus one now; twas bad
enough ter have hot an hasey old father,
but when you co2le ter hare hot an hasty
young lover ez well, things git complicated
''Stan want 'fraid of the cap'n; he didn't
care a cent for his temper an his talk, an he
loved Alice for all he was with lie couldn't
see no reason why he should De sacrificed ter
the cap1s whins. There want the fust
thing bout him for nobody ter object ter in
o son-in-lav; be was study an he had good
connections, an there was money both sides
o. the house He mean. ter have Alice, an
be knowed et be didn't set her consent fore
the cap 60. home ne wouldn't set it tall, en-
he did bis best.
But Alice, she was lest like that flower
told We bout; it didn't make Go difference
what a rough, ugly old rock IT was growin'
next ter, the wind might blow a perfect cy-
clone is could make that flower txeroble an
shiver an bend on bow, but when it got
through that flower was grown there Jest
the same An try his best, Stan couldn't git
her Der listen to him
$50 she E1e passed BY an Stan see IN the