Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1890-02-28


AS soon as could go back, 1 began to look
for Sis, but I didn't have long to wait.
"Why, you're stranger in these parts"
said she, shaking both my hands, s'you gwine
to be at the frolic?'
eyes, and Pm going to dance with you"
"It's a go, and here's your mule, my
honey"
"How long till supper, Ss2"
"Oh, I'll have it ready in three jerks of
sleeps tail. Lemme go, now"
''Ain't you going to give fellow a kisss"
''If it amt wo'th AKIN fur, it amt wo'th
havin'."
'sThen won't ask" and suited the action
to the word
had to tell the old man and the old lady
and all the neighbors the history of my life
during the last few years.
'And hain't you marriedg' asked old Mrs
Middleton
'Aheml Well, yes, you know have been
married good WHILE but you mustn't tell the
girls"
''Why, shure 'nough, you are merried
Lemme see who"-
'Why, nanny, don't you recollect that
gal that cut me out?' said Sis, who had
slipped up in hearing distance
'I'll have another kiss for that" said l,
making the best of bad job.
''Well, boss, you won't as easy as you might
think. You can't play off as a single teller
with us. We all know you"
go on an fix that supper, Sis Name o
common sense You've got the man beside
himself. 1 want to chat with i'm some. I've
knowed his daddy afore IN fur forty years.
Useter spark me, in my younger days; that's
what makes this boy seem like home folks"
thanked her from my heart for that, and
T ooro6 foil tod
history of myself, with notes and comments,
to the contented listener
The twilight had deepened into dark when
Sis yelled:
''Supper's ready, folksesl"
The long tables were erected in the sandy
yard, and were loaded with homely good
things of innumerable variety. If you doubt
the power of the hog to manipulate himself,
you go down to that land of 'hog and hon.
my" and investigate for yourself.
Ham, jowl and peas, hoghead cheese, souse
meat, hog feet, Cuttings, sausages, liver pud
dings, blood buildings, spare ribs, back bones,
cracking bread-but why go ons
ate like famished wolf 1t was the first
meal of the kind had had in a dozen years,
and made up for lost time. gobbled down
porcine delicacies that would make me weak
with dyspepsia to even think of here in town.
that time the sets were forming for break
down in the big room of the house, which had
been cleared of everything but few chairs
up close to the fireplace, where the old folks
could sit and look on and 10y the fun
partners on the f1oorl" beloved Dink and
old Nick Watson began to tune his fiddle.
"Come on, Sis" said, and we took our
places.
ssFirst four forwardin
Old Nick struck up Happy Tim in Geor-
gy," and at it we went.
Jerusaleml We came down to it in regu-
lar old time style. l felt my joints grow
timber and my feet grew lighter at every
jump.
Fright an lef' tharl"
Here we went, "trippity, trippity, trippity,
trip, and every time caught Sis by the hand
Isqueezed it with all my might.
GLANDS all round to the rightI'
"Trippity, trippity, trippity"-
"Al promenadel'
With hop and skip and jump we went
while old Nick began to sing to his fiddle:
'Reen' an errockin',
An I'm boun' to go;
Reen' an errockin,
An I'm boun to go.
Oh, ladies, fare you WELT
''Swing and changed"
MY mead grew OlZZy, ana as swung Dig
Sis reached my arm as far around her waist
as I could reach, and yelled:
'Bring me piece of chalkp'
"Turn your corner!"
"Swing your partner"
"Bring me that chalki' cried.
"What fura" yelled Old Dady Middleton,
from the corner.
$50 can keep count. I've Rugged Big Sis
half way round; now want to make mark
so l can go round and hug the other'-
Smack
felt singing blow on my cheek.
"What do you meang' l asked, opening
my eyes.
"Who are you hugginga Who's Big Sis9'
Great Scotti It was my good and faithful
wifel had been asleep all the time, and the
whole business was dream.
"Who's Big Sis, say?'
The next time that doctor gives me any Of
those frisky white powders Pm going to en-
gage room at some hotel, and lock myself in
The blamed things fixed me up the jolliest
dream, and then got me into a scrape.
Dogon such physic!- M. Fol-
som in Atlanta Constitution.