Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1889-10-11

make all sorts of fun outen us, but
hev been ?ubs long enough, an now
it tim" , be gittin growed up. An
We iii; per,c.ller smart. but we got
grlptlOn nUagh to know two fellers
can't hev the same gal fer his ole
oman. You hain't never showed no
diiferuns in yer likin' of us, Kildee,
but you must fix some kinder way fer
one of us ter git yer. Now the one
what gifts left, he'll hev to go over an
work on Squire Carriers gal Course,
kildee. don't nuther one of us want
ter hev ter leave yer (and ledge,
when | sed that my eyes begun to get
watery), but it's better fer one ter git
left than both Now, whatever you
say we'll do without ar word; say yer
say, Kildee.'
Everything war so still you could
hear deer tread We know'd she
were ez peart an bright ez ar cricket
an would do right She stopped,
thought ar leetle, then, raisin her head,
with them eyes ar shinin, sed:
" No, fellers, Their amt nothin bout
that ter laugh over. he'd been think
in bout that. too. don't like Bill
no better than yer, and yer no better
than Bill, but it's like yer sez; so I'll
jes' do this:
d" ole Squire Pearson has been talk
in lots to dad an man bout cities an
larnin'. | dunno no more bout ther
things than ar squirrel does bout pot
ticker, but they pears mighty nice
Now Their one of yer thatll fin out
bout them fust I'll slap this here ole
han right PUNK in hisun.'
"Jedge, when she SEE that, SEE ter
myself, Bill, she's yourn.' Bill he
stood still an wuz thoughtful like. |
knowd he wuz so glad ter git her. but
then he wanted me to lev her too. The
sweat begun to run down my face, but
didn't say ar word We'd sed we'd
do jes' like she sed. She didn't hev
no idea who she was trottin' down
ter Squire Carriers, but l knowed.
Ar few days arter that ar hard
lookin' mounting chap left hyar with
all his belongings swung on his back.
He he'd begged and begged me ter go
too, but | sed no. I'd stay an take ker
Of Their ole folks. and keep my eye on
kildee fer him. He didn't hev no
min as ter whar he war goin', out sed
he wur goin' till he found ar
city. When he sed good-by, we
couldn't tell why, but ther tears begun
ter sprout in our eyes Bill sed: Ike,
keep good keer of Kildee till l come
back. We may be growed up then,
but we uns will still be Their same ole
Ike an Bill
After he left, me an Kildee KEEP
up our frolics, but 'twarnt like it
ulster be. When we'd think bout Bill
the tears nd bergin to come ter Kill
dee's eyes, but she'd pull up the cor
ner of her apron, wipe them erway
an say: Never min, he'll come back
afore many years an then we'll be SO
happy again
Bout ar year arter, there come
past here some men what called them
selves surveyors. They went up ter
Squire Smiths an asked to put up ar
few weeks.
'Kildee war bout is then, nigh ez
recall an pulitzer or pearter gal
Ridge. Thar WIZ ar young buck in
ther gang what wore white shirt an
talked soft an putty like. From the
fust he 'peared ter like Kildee. He'd
ask her ter go long an help drag his
ole chain. Every time I'd 60 ter see
Kildee she'd be gone down Their ravine
or somewhat with that thar Teller
One day ez was goin' home | thought
l heard somebody tallSin' soft like up
among the bushes. l stopped, listen
ed, then went up sof' to whar | hearn
Their noise. Thar set Kildee an that
Teller. He he'd his arm round her an
was talkin' mighty intrusted like. An
every now an then Kildee's eyes
would shine an she'd laugh an say
Yes, yes. | stood and watched them
for ar while but didn't say ar word.
| went on home as mad ez ar hornet
l would jes' go over the mex day an
put some gumption in that gals head
bout that Teller; his eyes didn't shine
ter suit me. | knowd he was up ter
some devilish trick.
Mex mawnin' bout sun up, while
l was feedin' pigs, l seed somebody
walkin' mighty brisk like down the
road. When he got higher l seed it
wuz ole Squire Smith. He wuz ar
cussin' an rarin'. Iknowd somethin
wus up.
w aal, squire, what ther funI /
asked.
Z" That derned soft spakin Teller has
gone of with kildee am
Il didn't wait fer another word, but
threw down the corn | was feedin', an
SEE: Come on, Squire. we'll ketch him
or die tryin''
"Afore we he'd gone fer we met ole
man Pearson and askt if he he'd seen
them. He sed they had passed his
house the evenin' afore, but he didn't
think bout their runnin away. But
if they were, faint no use ter try ter
ketch them, they have got sech err
start an both of UNI knows ther
roads.
ledge, it war like somebody had
died round hyar arter that leetle gal
he'd left. An sure enough, ole lady
Smith did die afore long. She ulster
set an cry an say she'd never see her
chile any more. 'Twan't SO many
years afore the ole man died too,
cause he wuz gittin' ole. 1t got SO
lonesome couldn't stan it no longer,
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