Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1888-03-23

he resumed, 81 looked ten yeer older
but as I'd got kind o 'quainted with the
place, came back to sleep nights while
I'm kind o. pickin' mp odd jobs TO arm
some money to git back hum agin. This
ere snow I'll make a power o shovelin'
T. du. It's n i'll wind It don't blow no.
body emmy good"
And and your girl" suggested his
listener, in a breathless way.
''Oh, that's the worst on t." was the
despairing response; 81 dunno nothin'
what to do Ye see, feel jist like tellin'
We bout it some way. 1t may be kind
o. warnin' to We. Sary Lily my
darter-was bout as sweet purity gal
as We often see She was jist tn apple
o. my eye since her ma died, an We KEEP
haouse together all hunkadory, with
John Sampson a-comin' in, every evenin'
putty nigh, to talk over the news. John
I don't mind tellin' ye-was Sary
Lizy's beau ever sence they was boy and
gal. an ID sort O. growed up with tn
understandin' that they'd be man N wife
arter while. But bout this time there
come to taown a dashin' kind O. Teller
nobody knowed who he was-but he
he'd things t. sell raound t. the stores,
and Sary Lily, she happened to meet
storekeeper in Maple. aown-an' he TUX
arter her like a houn' after hare,
an she jist let him. l declare, the
cretur acted jest as eff she was bewitched
an hadn't no sense nur reason. 1t made
me mad. The fust sharp words 1 ever
spoke t. Sary Lily l spoke then. But
want no arthly use. The Teller hung
raound, an hung raound, an went way,
an come back agin, an she managed t.
see him N spite o me. AS fer John, she q
treated him so shameful he didn't come
nigh her more. At last / RELY thought
the rascal ID gone way fur good n all,
but fust | knew one mornin' Sary Lily
had 'Ioped off with him. Declare fort It
most broke my heart. / dunno but IN
my unsettled state o. mind | might a TUX
up with tn Wilder Jones who came in
t. look arter the haouse; but couldn't
forget Mellissy-Mellisy's my dear dead
wife, we know"
The speaker paused to blow his nose.
$50 | got along a good spell th'out
hearin' from Sary Lily. But finely there
come a letter from Cousin Mirandy, in
Jersey, sayin' as how't she'd got line
from Sary Lily in New York, a askin'
her to send jest money huff to get Sary
Lily to her haouse, where she'd work her
fingers t. the bones to pay 1t. Said she
was all lone N great city, n didn't
know what t. do, but she'd ruther die
than write to pa, an wouldn't Cousin
jest help her t. git away from the
city? an she'd try to git good enough t.
go back t Mapletaown some day.
But Cousin Mirandy said there WANT
no street nor number in Sary Ll'y's
letter, an she didn't know bout sendin'
money loose to great city like New
York, so she thought she'd jest let me
know bout it. Gracious goodness! To
think the child should ha' been 'fraid to
write to her pa! 1 didn't know nothin'
bout streets an numbers nuther, but
knew 1 could find Sary Lily, in her
great trouble, anywhere in New York.
So [ lest went an asked John to look
after the cattle for while, an the very
next mornin' 1 put on my Sunday suit
wouldn't know it naow-an' packed the
greenbacks I'd jest TUX for my Durham
steers into nv wallet, that"
Here the narrator broke down with
emotion, recalling the loss he had suf-
tered on his landing in the wicked
city"
''But I didn't know York was SIGH a
oesky big city, full O. lunatics rushin'
lgin one anuther, an ev'rything a-thun-
lerin' like a hundred thousan' thrashin'
machines with the bands flynn off. 1
couldn't find ennybody to direct me
where to look for Sary Lily. Nobody
knowed an nobody cared nothin' bout
her. Then, as I told We, dumb sneak
stole my pocketbook, an instead O. him
gettin' shot up, why, I got shot up, an
50 l h'ain't found Sary Lily yet. keep
4 lookin' out for her all tn time, but /
swun fer it, dunno s I'd know tn gal
IF should meet her in tn road, things
ook so dumb queer in tn city. so differ
ent from they do in Mapletaown. Dret
full place fur the poor child to be in"
The woman, who had sat listening in
;tolid silence to this simple, sincere
story, rose suddenly to her feet, pushed
back the head wrap which had concealed
her face, ana made step toward the old
nan.
''Pat" she calculated, in choking
voice, putting out her hands.
''Sary Lily! Oh, my Lordp' breathed
he astonished vagrant, staring open
nouthed at the face before him as
though it had risen suddenly from the
lead
But at that moment an officer, laying
/ firm hand on the excited old mans /
ordered him quietly to his
place
John Sampson, coming out Of Deacon
MasOn's barn, where he had seen the /
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