The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1891-06-11

watever could turn de head OF de 1ust
woman kin mighty apt turn de head OF
de last one ot'em. tellyou wat, men,
have bin so aggravated by some
of desc gals dat eff I warn't afeerd to
walk out after dark, I have bin
frickently tempted to 90 to cross
roads and."-
"Oh pshuh! Absalom," cried one
who was listening, you needn't 60 to
a crossroads; for de Devil is de most
obleeginest of all creeters. He Will
come to you in your own room, ef ne
finds dat you're in dead yearnest, and
put shnake in bofe O. your pockets"
"Well, goot peoples" remarked an
other II believe dis man, Samuel
Burns, Is rally got sich shnake. l tell
you wallets, do; let's take him to night
down to de river, and tie him fast in a
canoe wild loaf of br cad and a bottle
O. whiskey, and send him adritt."
"Waitw said Abram Priester III a
hoarse mysterious whisper.
After washing their hands and faces
in tubs of water placed in the yard tor
that purpose, the laborers sat down to
dinner, and it grew dark before they
arose from the table, for it was loaded
with the Righteousness Of thriving IN
dustry, and their appetites were keen.
The girls had already dined, and were
still carding in the house, where they
expected the young men to join them.
Abram Priester meeting with Yetta
Elfns deposited something in her
hand which he evidently did not wish
any person to see.
"Be sure" said he to her, Ito manage
dat your daddy receives de pipe from
Burns, and at de right moment, scream
at de top of your voice, Guy Fawks''
IL leaving her he was joined by
Mark Meyer to whom he whispered:
Gwen I give de sign, run out and
stand behind de sassafrack tree, so dat
YOU kin knock him down eff he gifts
away from me, and tries to run trough
the gate, after de pooDeder goes Oft.
He is an old man, Abram Priester, 3
very old man, and can scarcely WALK
without his buck horn-headed stick
how can he run? For shame! come
now, am willing and ready to aid you
in clipping with Yetta. WHAT'S disobe
dience to parents connected with run
ming away with most beautiful CIR
in comparison with murder?
Night came on and the sounds Of
merriment began to be heard. Me
ElEns, unconscious of the paracidal plo'
so rapidly maturing against him, sat by
the fire quietly talking with the school
master and some of his old friends
equally admirers of the prodigious at
tainments of Samuel Burns. The room
was full of blooming damsels; among
whom Yetta Elfns and Nancy Hal
berdroppels shone conspicuously. The
young men came dropping in one DJ
one, and the hum of conversation com
menced, mingled with the grating
sound of the cards, as the girls contln
ued assiduously to ply them.
Yetta stood behind her fathers chal
filling his pipe with tobacco, as was he
habit. Suddenly she seemed to recol
lect something, and handing the pip
to Mr.. Burns with the request that h'
would finish filling it, and that "daddl
liked it packed tight" She left th
room but soon returned and resumed
her station near her father. Meanwhile
several Dutch Fork songs had beer
given by the company; and Mari
Meyer was put forward by Nancy t.
sing song, "wat was her delight.
But scarcely were the first lines utter
ed, when Mr.. Samel Burns up his nos
and hissed, d,-declaring that such
song should not be tolerated in ele
CANT society.
Nancy's feelings were deeply wound
ed by the reception Marks song me
with, and she bestowed upon hin
many comforting endearments.
"Nefer mind, Mark, she cried, "yo1
shall sing it for me weneffer you come
to see me-"
II dunno wat de world is comm to,
replied Mark. "Effer sence dis school
masters bin amongst US, nottink wat
true and comes from de heart is allowed
to be said or sung. It's all in de head
and don't git below de tongue. Peo
ple's gittiu' so dat dey likes nottinl
but watts ornamenshal and agin natur
It's no tellin' wat it's gwine to pc il
years to come"
!, At this juncture Mark, recognizing
signal from Abram Priester darted on
of the room, followed by the expressed
sympathy of the company who whis
pered that his heart must be nearl,
broken by disappointment. The desir
for music was still predominant; ait
there sa general call upon Abran
Priesler ior certain song in the sing
ing of which he seemed to have wol
some notoriety. Nevertheless, a gloon
) had settled upon Abrams spirit, am
it required some persuasion to gain hi
consent.
''Sing it," whispered Eetta, "yo1
have plenty of time yit, for it's l,cckcc
tight"
) All, Ietta, Yetta!
"Come, Mr.. Priester," cried Samue
Burns, patronisingly, "let us hear you
> song"
Abram gave the pedagogue a scowl
5 ing look, that warned him against at
: tempting what be had accomplishe'
} against Mark Meyer, and addressed th