The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1889-11-14

bars they amt cubs no longer begun
to 7. tell US, yer got ter stop yer playin'
like -
'One mawnin', fer Their first time.
We got to talkin' bout the matter.
blll wuz allus ready to talk bout Kill
a {. 80 We set an talked ar long time
bout which OF us should have Kildee
Tor his ole oman. 'Twonldn't have
been Bill II he hadn't wanted ter give
her to me. cause he were jes that good
hearted; but. yer know, .Jedge.
couldn't. wouldn't let him do that.
But We couldn't, agree on nuthin'; 30
we said we'd leave Their whole thing
ter kildee fer ter fix. an we'd do jes'
like she said, didn't make no difference
what 1t were.S So mex day when all
three of we-uus were in Big Bar Cave
/ ups and SEE:
'.Kildee. me an Bill air in trouble.
An when we tell ger what it's We air
afraid you will just holler, an will
make all sorts IF fun outen us. but we
ain a-carin'. It's jesthis, we-uns hev
been cubs long enough, en- now it's
time we be gittin' growed up. An we
amt perticuler smart. but we is got
gumption 'nough ter know two fellers
cant hev the same gal fer his ole
oman. You hain't never showed no
differuns in yer likin' of US. Kildee,
but you must fix some kinder way fer
one of US ter git yer. Now the one
which gifts left he'll hev tor go over
an work on Squire Carter's gal.
Course, Kildee, don't nuther one of US
want ter hev ter leave yer (and. ledge.
when l 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.' =: :
Every thing war so still yer could
heer deer tread. We know'd she
were ez peart an bright e. 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 nuthin' bout
that ter laugh over. I he'd been
a-thinkin' bout that. too. Idon't like
Bill no better than yer, and yer no
better than Bill, but it's like yer SEE;
so Ill jes' do this:
IS Ole Squire Pearson has been talk
in lots to Dad an Nam bout cities an
larnin'. dunno no more bout Their
things than ar squirrel does bout pot
Ticker, but they pears mighty nice.
Now Their one of yer that ull fin out
bout them fust, I'll slap this here ole
han right PUNK in hisun.'
''Jedge. when she sed that, I sez ter
myself, Bill. she's yourn.' Bill he
stood still an wuz thoughtful like. I
knowed he wuz so glad ter git her, but
then he wantod me to hev her too. The
sweat begun ter 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 tor
Squire Carriers, but l knowed.
''Ar few days AFTER that. ar hard
lookin' mounting chap left hyar with
all his belongings swung on his back.
He had begged and begged me ter go
too, but l sed no, I'd stay an take ker
of Their ole folks an keep my eye on
Kildee fer him. He didn't Lev no min
rs ter whar he war goin', but sed he
wuz goin' till he found ar city. When
we sed good by, we couldn't tell why.
but ther tears begun to sprout in our
eyes. Bill sed: Ike. keep good keer
OF Kildee till 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 'twarn't like it ulster
be. When we'd think bout Bill the
tears 'ud bergin to come to Kildee's
eyes. but she'd pull up the corner 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 to
Squire Smiths an asked to put up ar
few weeks.
"kildee war bout eighteen then.
nigh as l recall. an pulitzer or pear
ter gal never slapped foot on the ole
Blue Ridge. Thar wuz ar young buck
in Their gang what wore a white shirt
an talked soft au' 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 go tor
see Kildee she'd be gone down that "a
vine or somewhat with that thar Teller.
One day ez wuz goin' home thought
! hearn somebody talkin' soft like up
among the bushes. I stopped, listened,
then went up sof' to whar hcarn ther
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" I stood an watched them
for ar while but didn't say ar word. I
went on home as mad ez ar hornet. I
would jes' go over the mex day and
put some gumption in that gals head
bout that foller; his eyes didn't shine
ter suit me. knowd he wuz up ter