The Springdale news., 1889-08-02

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 Nav, cts thet Nance Keatin' ever 1astngly cuttin' mp agin. Lou Winter was u-goin' to dance with that reyenoo teller, an Nance, shes mp an forbid. '
 "Sho, is thet all? Then I'll ever 1astingly begin agin, and Seth Rawley, the fiddler, drow his bow across tho strings in the lively measure of Zip Coon, and the noisy crowd resumed dancing with vim after the stormy in- termission. All, excepting three per sons who had been the cause of the dis turbance Nance Heating, a bold-eyed, handsome girl who stood panting and flushing by her perplcXed escort; Sid ney Dean, a young revenue officer who had been paying her some attentions lately and a third person, a tall, slim girl who was neither handsome nor at tractive and whose face was flushed red with shame.
 'You ain't no lady, Nance, ef you air hansum,' she was saying, angrily, "an' l wouldn't be so ocairt of a man as not to low him to dance with another gal at fairin thout comin' to blows"
 "He's my company, and not yours, '" said Nance, in voice that showed cultivation as well as defiance. Why don't you get company of your own, and not be interfering with your betters."
 'Betters. Iiecken a outlaw jestice nint much to brag on for foythur hes as good as a moonshiner, retorted Nancy, hotly.
 Before another scrimmage could be entered into the young officer inter- fered
 Ladies, I beg of you not to quarrel. Miss Heating, l will sec you home as soon as you are ready" and he took his hat and went outside.
 II hope you are satisfied, Lou Win fer. cried Nance in rage you've driven him out and made a fool of yourself"
 II low l aint sech fool as to fall in love with q man that don't want me- returned the other girl pointedly.
 You'd better find one that does, responded her angry rival, but you'll not dance with my company, let me tell you, Miss Moonshiner
 it 'taint trew an if twas its better nor standin' in with hoss thieves an sech, Nance Keatin'," and the eyes of Lou Winter glowed like angry coals.
 An hour later she was going along the mountain road that led to her home, holding the blind fiddler by the hand
 You kin sleep in tho loft same es yo, hcv done more nor oncot, she was saying to hlm, ''an' l hav'nt amy com pny home ter night"
 What was thot wildcat Nance rag in at2' he asked.
 "Sho was afoarcd I'd take her beau ease hc asked me ter heel it down with him. She lowed he'd fall in love with me mobbe. l recken he aint my kind nor hers nuther, for all she air schule- larncd, and she laughed bitterly.
 Lou" said the fiddler, after long pause" aint yo afcard she'll inform?"
 Nav drawled Lou. "she dassent. l low she's mean. but not 50 pizen mean es thet Faint natral; sides we're on the lookout for revenoos, and sech cattle.
 "l heerd murder on her tongue, said Seth, shell do ye q harm yit.
 There's summat on stump" said Lou, in a lazy tone
 Air it catamount?" asked Seth anXiously.
 No, it air jug" Lou laughed mor- rily as she said it.
 "Gimme hold, an I'll tote it fur ye," he said.
 There was some loose change on the stump under the jug. Lou looked at it in the starlight and dropped it into her pocket.
 Her can carry tho jug of ye want ter,n she said swinging it into his hand .Feytherll fill it and tote it back by sun up.
 Seth was accustomed to tho illicit still traffic and had no wonder to express They were soon at the cabin in the hill- side where Lou flung open wide door, and quieted noisy hound that was on guard on the stone hearth.
 '.Shet up, Fan! 'taint nobody but frien's. Feytherl where be yeP" There was no answer Lou saw that her fathers rifle was gone. "Hes out on still hunt agin. Will ye hey drink Seth?''
 Seeing that he had been drinking all the evening, this was hardly a neces- sary compliment, but the blind fiddler said he wouldn't mind. ''Walkin' he'd made him dry" Lou dropped on her