The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1888-10-30
i'm the ZENITH o Fans tail, an ye know Fans

i'm the ZENITH O. Fans tail, an We know Fans
got pow'ful long tail''
A the girls set up litter at this and
Becky said, Gals, les go u see # our sweet
hearts aire comin,'" and she and Marthy
and Mahaly bounced out of the room. Pos
half rose, but Joe spoke SO pleadlngly:
"Miss Pos, please don't go way. I've got
sump'n' to tell ye,'' and she sat down again.
Joe pitched her chair over near her, cleared
his throat, and absent-mindedly looked
around for his shadow, but it had deserted
him, he ran his fingers through his hair,
and, looking at the girl through the corner of
his eye, he observed:
"Im afxin' up things mighty purity over
yander."
No reply.
Opening again, he said
"How'd you like to be farmers wife, Miss
Posi-"
Dunno" it came like the chirp OF bird.
Snow, bet you'd ruther merry one O. them
furrin fellers what's got lots O. money
wouldn't ye2''
81 don't bet" came the response, in little
louder tone.
THAT amt what I axed ye, Miss Pos I
axed ye bout them ere turin fellers.''
II don't keer nothin' bout them furrin fel
lers"
a little nearer the chair is hitched, and q
big lump rises in Joe's throat and he is COM
PEELED to try some other tack.
THAT'S mighty purity ring you've got on.
Lemme look at it, and he takes her hand in
his.
"Where'd ye git it?"
Sweetheart give it to me,'' she replied, rails
ing her head and smiling silly.
"Aire you tellin' me the truth, or aire you
iist foolin'?'
Course I'm a telln' we the truth Reckn
I'd tell you story?"
dunno. You mought an then az in you
moughtn't. No telrn bout gals"
Gals is better'n boys
81 know they is, but theirs some nv 'em is
mighty hard hearted"
"'Taint me.'
II know BETTER" and he bitches up as close
as his chair will allow.
EFF wus to ak ye sumpn' right now, you'd
say no?''
How d you know?"
81 jist guess SO, and his head is very close
to hers, and the supreme moment has come.
Stealing his right arm steathily around her
waist, he clasps her hand as he holds it out
"Will We have me, Pos 2"
Yes, she would have him. of course. That
was exactly what she had been waiting for all
along. Joe had crossed the rubicon now, and
there was no telling where he would carry the
war to if let alone. SO we will leave him for
few minutes while we look after tie girls.
Outside the girls scampered around and
talked q lot of nonsense.s and f.sallly {.sss 20
assrnirisg Fan.
"Say. gals exclaimed Dsaay, hits git
ting mos darlA, an we know NANNY is power
full strict. She'll make Pos go to bed, and send
Joe off m bout n hour. Les have some fun.
Wen take n tie Fans tail to sapin' right
behind wher' she STAINS, an JOEL be terribly
s'prised wen he gifts up an Fan won't CO.,
And SO the plot was formed. Joe saw no
more of the girls, and he was in such state of
ecstacy when the old lady came in and told
Pos it was bed time that he could hardly re-
strain himself, and wanted to hug the old lady
and call her "mammy," and tell her all about
1t right there He was kept from any nom
sense, however. by solemn vow lie had made
to his sweetheart not to divulge the moment
GUS secret TO any one for week.
EFF We do, now, I'm take it all back'n' won't
have ye," she whispered, as Mrs. Hall came
in.
Come, go with me out to the gate" he
asked coaxingly, II jest want to show We how
Fan kin rack down the road and size went.
Cropping his way to where the mare stood,
Joe fumbled around until he found the Bride
"Wo-a ye drotted fool" as she stamped
little impatiently. "Wo-a can't ye STAN
still Never min IN give ye' 'nough NY it
rom here home"
The halter is fastened, the stirrups un-
elasped, and with bound Joe is in the sad
die.
fCluckl cluck'
The mare starts forward and then goes
back.
"G'long; watts the matter with YEP"
Another start, and another failure and
"Clatteri Rattlei Slam!' Becky hiding be-
hind stack of shingles has been little too
curious, and rip! S-nort!'' and the marc,
frightened half to death, makes a forward
surge, and the timber sapplng knocks Joe's
hat down over his eyes, and the mare goes fly
ing down the road like something possessed,
and Joe cursing the rival who dubbed him, at
every jump.
"Dang my buttons" he said to friend who
lived over the river where he had gone court
ing. Dang my buttons if I'd have ole Mis-
Halls gal eff er head 'us logged in gold"
MONTGOMERY NJ. Folsom.