The San Saba news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1873-1966, 1889-12-13
THE OLD STOVE.

Mr.. Moppet was coming in from the
garden path. Nancy, with plump white
arrEs barred TO the elbow, was washing the
breakfast dishes in deep pan of hot
soapsuds.
Ar. Aoppet was a hard featured elder
ly man, with whitish blue eyes, stray
ely fringe Of white beard beneath his
square clin, and bald Uranium. Nancy
was fresh eolored and bright eyed, with
silky tendrils of auburn hair dropping
over her freckled forehead, and certain
dimple perpetuaIly playing at hide-and-
seek on her left cheek. The two com
pletely realized shakespeare's ideal OF
Grabbed Age and Youth. y -
pet. you won't need to bile no pot
victuals for dinner. Waste makes want.
a cup O tea and biled egg and what's
left o. Yesterdays pork and greens
thatll be all you need
.sYes, father, acquiesced Nancy.
She was thinkingof something else all
the while.
.'And, talkin' bout eggs, added Mr..
Moppet, you may take four dozen up to
Peach Farm. Mrs. Wixon wants plenty
on 'em to make cake for her niece's party
Better 90 carly this morning
Nancy colored scarlet under the auburn
rings Of hair.
Cant send EN- up by little Bill
Becker, fatheria said she. s'Webster
Eixoa viii be there, and-and l don't
like Webster Wixon, with his red nose
and his compliments. "
Mr. Moppet frowned
Nancy said he, don't be a fool.
can see through ye, like We was pane O.
glass Webster Wixon's a well-to-do
man, with money out at interest, and
you'd oughter be tiekled TO death that
he's took a notion TO you.
''Bat. father"
.'NCt another word, grumbled Mr.
SLoppet. Il know jest exactly what's
comm It's that foolish nonsense about
Absalom Parker, that hoped you'd got
over long ago. Absalom hain't no prop
erty, and amt like TO have none, and no
daughter O. mine amt goin' to marry
yJur Grandfather Atkins's hired man, not
If I know IT,
He paused with this multiplicity of
double negatives. Nancy set her small,
pisarl-white teeth together her eyes
flushed with hazel fire. It was a clear
csze Of true love versus money.
81 Take them eggs straight up to Peach
Farm. " reiterated Mr.. Moppet, shaking
his forefnger at Nancy, - an don't ar
g,ify the pat no further I'm your
father, and know what's best for youl'
" But your going right past the Wix-
ons door
50 No. I amt, neither. I'm goin the
Horn Hill Road. I've been appiinted
BY the Supply Committee to buy an air
tighs wood stove for the church, he
added with some complacency. 90 The
old ones rlsted clear out, so there's
danger o. fire every time its used, and
tine brethren have subscribed twenty
dolIars for a new one-leastways, a
secondhand one, if its jest as good 5"
Webster Wixon, fat, middle-aged
bachelor, was out helping to gather the
October apples on the north side Of the
house when Nancy came up. He made
haste 10 welcome her.
Good mornin', Miss Nancy" saidhe.
..As bloomin' as ever, see.
"Here's your eggs" spoke Nancy,
CURLY.
set down spell, won't yer sim
cred Mr.. Wixon-
''Tm in a hurry, said Nancy.
seBut, Nancy-n
my names Miss Moppet, sirl''
i've got something very particular to
say 10 you, Nancy" urged the middle
aged sutton.
.sIt'll have to keep. said Nancy. 'I've
got 70 get right home
Cant I walk with you a pieceln
I'D rather 90 alone, she persisted.
Nancy - Miss Moppet II must
speakl" buried out the old bachelor.
Il love you better'n all the world
want TO make you Mrs. Webster Wixon
There, that's what | had on my mind
And your good father, he says it would
suit him exactly, and"
Nancy wheeled around and faced her
eager swain.
it me, orfsther, you're a-courtingri
said she
''ighy you, Of counsel"
'sT'hen take my answer-Noi1
And without WAITING for the return Of