The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1890-11-05
THE REJECTED LOVERS THREAT.

QrlZZllnS rain N"AiSn "a o11 LAW NS.Nt'
then began another song as he urged his
horse Oh.
He had left the road that led through
the woods, and vas pretty deep in the clay
of the road that served all WHO journeycd
to the South Fork, whom he ceosed sing
ing, lifted his hat that drippel over his
ears, held it out from him and gave it
sudden Jerk, relieving it of considerable
water, as he shouted:
Oar, now! Oar, now! Wot you wufioss
brat doin', eh? Dis no time to be out.
Fo' you know you get yo' death O.
'monya- Yes, yo' will. Huh! huh!
dar! Gwan right in fo' settles wild yo'.
Didn't tole yo' stay in. chile'?"
The @wuffiess brat" boy perhaps
twelve years old, who was detected run
ming between the roadside and the thick
undergrcwth, at O point where he evi-
IDENTIFY hoped he could conceal himself
from his fathers view, turned around
slowly and walked toward house half
hid in field on the opposite side Of the
road.
.Hvur, now, Simon!H exclaimed his
father, resolutely. you go right in de
nouse. An eff you's tired-ef yo' mus
DC somefn'-you rub down de Squire's
new boss. Dat'll VAIN yo' up. I reckon.
I'm likely to see dat hoss when 1 get
back, so yo'd better take holt, n git some
wa'm water, n wash his legs good, n
give him bite O. hay-make yo'self USE
ful, child. Mind! say jes' what I mean.
F I catch yo' in de rain agin to-day
ort'n dem woods"
Then ST drove on again muttering to
himself: Like all udder boys-one boys
jes' like fodder I was de same myself,
an Squire Jepson says Use only grown
up boy row, wild all dis gray wool. He!
hf!"
Here 81 began to sing again with as
much rhyme and reason as before, but
there was q wealth Of melody in his
voice:
sOld Dan Tucker went out one day,
To ride around in his one-hoss shay;
De shay it was broke an de hoss was blin',
An If he hadn't gos dar he'd a-been lef'
behind
"G'up dar! F we doan' get on faster
Squire Jepson done gwine ak me f Use
been fishin'. Terrible, terruble roads!
Nebber see wuss roads sence I've teted
from de wood-pile. Guess won't 60 out
fo' no more wood till it clears up. Terru-
BILE! terruble weather. S'pilin' de fshin',
solemn de roads, huh! won't it never let
up mite"
%, poor Lucy Neal! o, poor Lucy Neall
III had you by my side how happy would feel
Si began another verse, when q horse
man overlook him.
The horseman wore rubber boots and
rubber coat. The rain dripped from his
hat, the brim of which lie had pulled
down. The face that looked down on 81
Harkess was not one he liked. There
was an alertness, keeness in the light.
blue eyes, foziness in the thin face,
with its long, thin nose and thin lips that
excited Sis interest. He had never liked
the owner of the keen eyes; the Wiry
figure and supple movements that chg-
acterized Giles Brockle were Sis esps-'
cial aversion.
Bow are the folks at Squire Jepson's,
si?" I
Everybody well u' hearty, Mr..
Brockle."
ANY news, Si?"
NO, sah-less n its de weddin'."
Brockle's brow clouded suddenly. Ha
struck his horse with the frail switch he
carried-plucked from an overhanging
tree. ST observed the contracting brows 4
but Erockle did not speak for fully two
minutes. Then he spoke in an ordinary
tone.
4 suppose the squire's family will be
6ere?"
"All De family, suah. Dey's power
fully cited ober dat weddin'. De mis-
sus, she's mighty fond O. Miss Parker
an de- Squire, we'll. I 'spect he's gwine to
s'prise folks wild present. Hes mighty
keerful oh dat box, de Squire is. Mus
jes' haul it so, an han'le it an touch
it So"
Il suppose he can afford to throw
money away. He'll never miss it. Come
easy 20 easy. If he had to earn his
money the way other people earn theirs,
bed not throw il around SO freely"
Amt you gwine to de weddin'2" said
Gi, as he urged his horse on. He was
frightened the next moment; the sudden
sharp look Giles Brockle cast upon him
told him he was indiscreet, but ST TaJ too
honest and straightforward to remain in
a fall position long. He mustered up
courage TO say: