Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1890-08-24

ewes ana WnlrlWlnd OF DTOWH HdII' anu
.ahl during the busy season when every
nerve was strained in the pitching OF
the corn crop, how she could, with
graceful sweep. follow a bull-tonguc
plow up the oamy slope of the hillside.
Moss Settle, the bridegroOm-elect, had
been sutton for a number of years, but
on account of the obscure position
which he held in society had met with
constant repulSeS. but a sudden and
fortunate turn of affairs lifted him into
prominence and success.
He had been detected and knew not
that the hour of his victory was at hand.
IL came about i'm this way: Moss was
sitting ON a rail fence, muSing over the
darkness of his future. when old Hamp
Blv came along. Hamp had been known
10 grab a steer and make him bawl for
mercy. and then, without show of
pride. or indeed, without taking any re-
freshmcntS, had smashed ballot-boX
with his fist. He was not only
elected constable, but became the
leader of society, Supcrccdlng
Al. Beers, whose only recon-
mcndation was the fact that he had
once started balky horse. Well, while
Moss was sitting Oh the fence. Hamp
came along and asked him if the sun
had't warped his corn-rOws, they were
50 crooked. This is the greatest insult
that can be offered in Il back-woodS
community Of the South, aud Moss,
without considering the social standing
Of old Hamp, Sprang upon him and
choked hi II until his tongue lollcd out.
When old IIig Dalch heard Of this. he
sent for Moss. and ia tremulOnS voice,
but strong breath. said: Lib is yourn.
1t was Il great day, and people came
from every direction. There was the
man who had sworn that he would never
cut his hair until Andy Jackson was
elected again: and there was the young
fellow with tin stars on the tops OF his
boots. Women that had become hump
backed by bending over the hand-loom;
shy girls that thought themselves beau
tiful i'm red calico dresses; old men with
tobacco juice trickling down the time
seams at the corners Of their mouths;
tow-headed children that looked rs
though 'dirt-dobbers" had built nests i'm
their hair Horses Weighed: dogs fought:
mule colts kicked one another with "a
low. dull thump; eats scampered up the
trees, and bull calf stood in the back
yard. Screncly chewing the brides hand |
kcrchief.
Andy Moore. who for a long time had |
sought the girls hand, approached old |
Hig. who sat in the doorway crunching |
the rind Of baked shote and said:
Moss is goin' to git powerful fine
lady. Mr. Dalch."
"Hc is, an nothin' shorter the old |
man answered
Il wanted her myself nightly, but
sich ar fate
Vas, jest about Sich.
Il b'leve | would make her better
husband
That mout be, but whar is yo ere
dcntials? You amt done nothin' to win
the neycr-dyin' love of a gal that kin
skin a squirrel like liftin' sock often a
clothes line"
ITS bccazc | never had a chance,
Mr.. Dalch.'
ION. YOU have Jest had as much
chance as anybody Chances don't come
10 a mans house an holler halo at the
fence: they lie hid. an of you want 'cm
Moss don't come on?'
"Mebby he's i'm the other room with
the gals"
just then Lib came out ana asked
Dad. have you seed Moss?
NO: lowed he war with You.
~ amt seed him an it is dun past
time. Wonder Of he thinks a woman
kin wait all day TO be married? Some
oodv 20 ont thar an blow the no D an
Of he hears it he will think IT'S dinner
time an come up, Sho.
They blew the horn, but Moss ana not
come. II wonder whar hc Is, said the
old man. lie never failed to be ON
time befO.
"Oh. | reckon he's dun forgot IL.
Andy Moore rcioined.
.WaU. must say that weddin' Is "a
puttv thing 10 furgit, the girl repIleH'
..You air too putty thing iur me
over ia furgit." said Andy, beStoWing
nnon her u look of melting tenderness.
Nov look here. Lib, he don't keer
enough for You To come, so you marry
me. Thar is icstice OF the peace an
he can make out the papers.
"Oh. no. ! KANT do that. lie wei
fvod am Won ain't got n0thin' much.
I've got a cow that he kahn t teen,
yes. but he's got six feather oedN
that his mother give him.
wall. but I've got Shuck mattress
,hot oir,t IN bee sncezed 40 unless you've
got powerful bad cold.
~Wbat's the use Of talkin' nonsense
soid old Dalch You aia't got enough
en-, bar an that settles IL.
nS,v " ANDY remarked, after short
silence. "tharis goin' to be circus over