San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-01-03
NANCY'S LOVER.
Nancy" said Mr.. Moppet.
"Sirp responded Nancy.


Mr.. Moppet was coming in from the garden
path. Nancy, with plump white arms barred
to the elbow, was washing the breakfast
dishes In a deep pan of hot soapsudS
Mr.. Moppet was a hard featured elderly
man, with whitish blue eyes, a straggly fringe
of white beard beneath his square chin, and
a bald Uranium. Nancy was fresh colored
and bright eyed, with silky tendrils of auburn
hair dropping over her freckled forehead and
a certain dimple perpetually playing at hide
and seek on her left cheek. The two com
pletely realized Shakespeare's ideal of
Grabbed Age and Youth"
Pm a-gon' to town." said Mr.. Moppet.
you won't need to bile no pot victuals for
dinner Waste makes want. A cup O. tea
and billed egg and what's left O. yesterdays
pork and greens-thatn be all you'll need"
YES, father" acquieSced Nancy.
She was thinking of something else all the
while.
And, talkin' bout EGGS" added Mr. Mop
pet, "you may take four dozen up to Peach
farm. Mrs Wi1on wants plenty on 'em to
make cake for her niece's party. Better go
early this morning"
Nancy colored scarlet under the auburn
rings of hair.
Can't l send em up by little Bill Becker
fathers" said she. "Webster Wixon will be
there, and-and don't like Webster Wixon
with his red nose and his compliments"
Mr.. Moppet frowned.
Nancy" said he, don't be fool. can
see through ye, like ye was pane O. glass
Webster Wixon is a well to do man, with
money out at interest, and you'd oughter be
tickled to death that he's took a notion to
you"
But, father
Not another word" grumbled Mr. Mop
pet. 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 property, and amt like to
have none, and no daughter O. mine amt
goin' to marry your Grandfather Atkins
hired man, not if know it."
He paused with this multiplicity of double
negatives. Nancy set her small, pearl white
teeth together; her eyes flashed with hazel
fire. 1t was clear case of true love versus
money.
Take them eggs straight up to Peach
farm" reiterated Mr.. Moppet, shaking his
forefinger at Nancy, IAN don't argufy the
pint no further I'm your father, and l
know what's best for you'll"
but you're going right past the Wixons
door"
mo, amt, neither. I'm goin' the Horn
Hill road. I've been appointed by the supply
committee to buy an air tight wood stove for
the church." he added, with some compla-
cency. The old ones rusted clear out, so
there's danger O. fire every time it's used, and
the brethren have subscribed twenty dollars
for a new one-leastways, q second hand one,
if it's Jest as good and trihe cheaper. I'm
to use my own Judgment about that"
And he went out to the barn to harness
up" leaving Nancy ready to cry.
But" she said to herself, as she flung the
dish water out at the back door, Il wouldn't
marry Webster Wixon if there wasn't an
other man in the world And if l can't have
Absalom, III live and die an old maid. Oh,
dearI oh, dearl why need there be so much
trouble in the world?'
And more than one diamond bright tear
drop fell among the eggs that she packed into
the fat splint basket for Mrs. Wixon's niece's
party.
Webster Wixon, a fat, middle aged bache-
lor, was out helping to gather the October
apples on the north side of the house when
Nancy came up. He made haste to welcome
her.
Good mornin', Miss Nancy" said he las
bloomin' as ever, see."
Here's your eggs" spoke Nancy, CURLY.
"Set down a spell, W vt YET" simpeCed Mr.
Wixon III.
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