West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1888-10-25

store and the man was drinking at the
one saloon.
The road ran along the bank Of a river,
whose cleaning breadths, seen at inter
walls through the oyerhanging willows,
together with the long sweep OF green
aud brown and gold bunch grass that
bowed its tasseled heads rs the breeze
passed over il, waving like a many
colored sea, away to the dark mountains
with theirsnowy tops, formed picture
almost sublime IN its perfect Lowell ness.
That there grass is cen a-nost ready
10 cut, remarked old Dick. 81 guess
I'll borry the Bishops hay rick to-
morrer, an 90 after a load o. hay, an'
you youngsters kin come along an help
stamp 1t, Of you want to-"
The children set up a joyful shout, for
this was a treat TO them, as it would be
70 any one, to tumble about in the long
grass to fish for minnows in the cool,
gnrgling creek, TO wade into it knee deep
for watercress, TO pick tart, wild straw
berries, and TO eat all these delicacies
with the sweet home made bread and
country butter. And after this delight
ful day, how pleasant it was TO roll in the
sweet-smelling hay, with the breeles
cooling their sun-burned checks during
NNN iNAS AAAN AAVAltC
The wagon drewup at last in front of
the village store, and the girl marshaled
the children into the 'Co-op." with a
good deal of forcible persuasion.
"How de do, Sister Johnson. " said tho
storekeeper, who was also the Mormon
Bishop; "well Caddie, see you're as
fat and sarsy as you ever was"
Caddie stared at him scornfully, not
because she was offended at his free IAN
guage, she was quite used to that; but
this uncouth creature had as much nat
ural coquetry as any other 15-year old
girl.
"How much be you pain fer tip top
butter nowt" she asked; 'Tll let you
hev' this here, ef you'll Civ mo six bits
a roll fer it."
"Oh, come now" he said, "you don't
want to do me out of all my profits like
that. Seein' it's you, I'll let yc hev two
bits pound fer it, and that's more'n I'd
do fer anybody else"
"Well," said the girl, 'I guess I'll
jest look at some shoes, and if / kin sec
a par | like, I'll jest take em for the
butter"
Caddie's mother had gone with her
numerous offspring to visit friend, and
Caddie was left alone To do her trading.
Her elderly admirer took advantage of
this fact to plead his case with the hand.
some girl,
You've got purity face fer gal of
your size, " he said, as she tried on pair
OF celfskin shoes, declining all help
from him.
"Huhlp said the lady, too engrossed
with her task to notice the compliment;
i'these here shoes fits kinder slick. but
/ don't b'lieve they'll hold water when
the snow comes"
''Oh, they'll hold water fast enough ~
he answered; "but they AMT half nice
enough fer such handsome gal. Now
here's par o kid shoes Pm savin' fer
my wife"
''Well," asked Caddie, sharply, "then
why don't you give um to herr She
needs um bad enufT"
''Now look a here, Cad" he said.
''that's tom-foolishness an you know
it; Mirandy don't want fer nOthin', an
she don't care about ineries, but most
girls does, an tell you what, my sec
ond'll hey the incest duds o. any woman
in town"
Caddie had put on her shoes again by
this time, and she d d. not propose 10
listen to IN any longer. 1t would not
be wise to quarrel with the Bishop. but
she had no desire "to play second fiddle
IN no kind o. music" and she told him
SO.
''Haw, haw, haw," he laughed, 'T
guess not, kin jest sec the way my
ole woman III hev to step around when
you air Mrs. Burns See here, Caddie. -
he added, as she turned TO go, 81 want
TO talk TO you, an you might Jest as
well listen now as emmy other time You
know your pa went prospectin' last year,
an furnished tho grub fer the trip
Well, he found a putty good claim, an
now an eastern companys sentan expert
out here to- look at IL, an like as not
they II buy il. Well, one night yer pa
got purity full here IN town. and ] got
him to sign bin o. sale OF the mino.
Now he don't know nothin' bout the
company, an he don't know thet the
paper he signed wuz a bill o. sale. I've
got q grnbbin' on the mine, ennyway, an
I've got mines o. M own an money, too,
an ] wouldn't mind giyin' this bin o.
sale TO you If yon'd be sensible an marry
me, like your pa wants you to-"
IL don't blieve you've got no Bill o.
sale, " said the girl qaietlyi "show me
the paper"
AANA AA~N WH1 uAlE WlAn NUNIFs enc.
looked very pretty as she sat there ia
the dingy little store on q long packing
box; her glorious brown hair had been
blown loose by the wind, her ragged
sunbounet hung by its strings around her
neck. her blue eyes were bright with ex-
and her brown che ks Qlowcd.
The Bishop looked a her admiriuolg as
he returned with the paper. She af6se
to her feet, and her slight, rOBn9o6glJTB J
showed, even through the ci1n1Yl link
calico, its graceful curves. She moved
round between him and The open u e,es.l
OF The stove. in which n wood iireWfr9edS
FOR the evenings are cold in these noun
tain VII ages, aud then, as he read aloud
she suddenly snatched the papor and
threw it into the stove. Tic spranR for
ward with an oath. bat 10 was too late.
and when he turned to look for the girl
she was gone.
The next.day Dick Johnson rode upt6
the saloon, and gravely announced TO
the loungers there that he meant TO
shoot old Burns on sight and that the
said Burns had better have his gun
handy Then the injured man began to
foriily himself with whisky Tor the ap