Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1889-11-14
THE REJECTED LOVERS THREAT.


then began another song as he urged his
horse on,
He had left the road that led through
the woods, and was pretty deep in the clay
Of the road that served all who journeyed
to the South Fork, when he ceased sing
ing, lifted his hat that dripped over his
ears, held it out from him and gave it
sudden jerk, relieving it of considerable
water, as he shouted
-Dar, now! Oar, now! Wot you wuff1ess
brat doin', eh? Dis no time to be out.
Fo' you know you get yo' death O.
'monya- Yes, yo' will. Huh! huh!
dar! Gwan right in fo' settles wild yo'.
Didn't tole yo' stay in. chile'?"
The "wufaess brat" boy perhaps
twelve years old, who was detected run
ming between the roadside and the thick
undergrcwth, at q point where he evil
IDENTIFY hoped he could conceal himself
from his fathers view, turned around
slowly and walked toward house half
hid in field on the opposite side Of the
road.
-Hyur, now, Simon!" exclaimed his
father, resolutely. "You 60 right in de
house. An ef you's tired-ef yo mus
do somefn'-you rub down de Squire's
new hoss. Dat'll wa'm yo' up, reckon.
I'm likely to see dat hoss when l get
back, SO yo'd better take holt, n git some
wa'm water, n wash his legs good, n
give him bite O. hay-make yo'self USE
full, child. Mind! say jes' what mean.
F catch yo' in de rain agin to-day
out'n dem woods"
Then 81 drove on again muttering to
himself: Like all udder boys-one boys
ies' like fodder. was de same myself,
an Squire Jepson says Use only grown
up boy now, wild all dis gray wool. He
he!"
Here Si began to sing again with as
much rhyme and reason as before, but
there was o wealth Of melody in his
voice:
"Old Dan Tucker went out one day,
To ride around in his one-hoss shay;
De shay it was broke an de hoss was blin'
An II he hadn't got dar he'd a-been lef
behind.
Soup dar! f we doan get on fastel
Squire Jepson done gwine ak me f Use
been fishin'. Terruble, terruble roads
Nebber see wuss roads sence I've tetet
from de wood-pile. Guess won't 60 ou
fo' no more wood till it clears up. Terru
BILE! terruble weather. S'pilin' de fishin'
sofenin' de roads, huhl won't it never lie
up hlU0.
70, poor Lucy Neall o, poor Lucy Neal
II had you bymy side how happy would feel.
81 began another verse, when horse
man overlook him.
The horseman wore rubber boots and
rubber coat. The rain dripped from hi
hat, the brim of which he had pulle,
down. The face that looked down on
Harkess was not one he liked. Their
was an alertness, keeness in the light
blue eyes, o foxiness in the thin face
with its long, thin nose and thin lips tina
excited Sis interest. He had never like
the owner of the keen eyes; the wir
figure and supple movements that char
acterized Giles Brockle we're Sis espe
cial aversion.
How are the folks at Squire Jepson's
Sir"
Everybody well an hearty, M
Brockle."
ANY news, SIR
1No, sah-less n Its de weddin'."
Brockle's brow clouded suddenly. b
struck his horse with the fran switch /
carried-plucked from an overhanein
tree. Si observed the contracting brow
but Brockle did not speak for fully tw
minutes. Then he spoke in an ordinal
tone.
Il suppose the squire's family will
there?"
"All de family, suah. Dey's powe
fully cited ober dat weddin. De mi
sus, she's mighty fond O. Miss Parke
ar' do Squire, wep, 'spect he's gwine