The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1891-07-22
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..Do you want me 70 60 over and talt
to herr"
Gracious, nor he exclaimed ''She
would think that I amt got sense
enough to talk fur myself, and that
would settle it right then and thar.
The next time the folks come over here
to sing will walk home with her and
say somethin' or bust a hamestring, as
pap ulster say"
The singing party met that very
night, and Hep walked home with
Lutte Moore. He struggled with him
self as they walked along, and not un-
| til they had almost arrived at Moore's
cabin could he summon up sufficient
courage. Finally, in sort of desper-
ate burst, he exclaimed:
.'Stop right here whar you air and let
me say suthin'." She stopped and
| turned her face toward him. The moon
was shining.
miss Lutte" said he, II want to tell
you somethin' that have tried mighty
hard to say. 1 never was much OF a
hand to go among women for the reason
that never was much interested in
their talk, but it's different with you.
It don't make no difference what you
saw, l am interested in it, and don't
believe you could say word that
wouldn't sorter stir me up. What have
you got to say to that?" he added, his
desperation giving way to embarrass'
| ment.
81 don't know what you mean." she
said
wall, I mean Jest this here! love
you. and now what have you got to say
to that?'
II say that am glad of it."
"Air you raillyw he exclaimed, plac-
ing his hands on her head. Air you
sho huff, and air you glad enough to
love me?"
eyes," she said, smiling, and the
moon that shone full in her face point
ed out the smile to him.
| He scarcely remembered anything
else that night except that he FASTENED
home and told his mother that he was
almost too happy to live.
Lift me up and kiss me-" said the
little old woman.
| ne kOL up IuC ACAO AAOA AAhk AAS
his one tuneless song. ''And you won't
forget me after you are married, will
you, SOM" the little woman asked
| He sat down, looked at her a moment
and said: Il don't see what could put
that into yo' little head. 1 love that
girl well enough to die for her but
couldn't love her we'll enough to forgit
YOU"
The gossips soon learned of Helps
engagement, and there was great sur
prise when it was reported that Lutte
was dead IN love- with him. ''And
her father owns SO many teams, too"
one woman remarked. ''Sholy, strange
things do happen in this here world"
The night was beautiful; the we'd
ding was to take place on the following
day. Big Hep and Lutte sat on a log.
They could hear ''Little Lady" sing
ing.
"Hep," said the girl, ''we'll be so
happy after we air married"
"Yes, the happiest of anybody in the
world" he answered.
''And then yo' won't have no trouble
in gittin' bosses to haul yo' wood. Say,
dear, how long is yo' mother goin' to
stay with you?'
"Allus," Hep proudly answered.
mo, that mustn't be. l like her well
enough, but I'm afeerd she would make
me tired
| He rose, looked down upon her for a
moment and then said: ''And if that's
the case, l reckon 1 would make you
tired, too. 1 worship you-Or did wor-
ship you-but the Lord has p'inted out
my duty. Good night
''But wait, Hep. tell me that we air
to be married in the mornin'."
''Good night" he repeated.
The neighbors that arose early the
next morning saw Hep, with large
bundle on his back, going down into
the valley, and they heard the words of
his tuneless song:
| ''Oh. the old raccoon was chased from his hole,
And he couldn't git back for to save his soul.
| He tried 1t late and he tried it soon,
| But he couldn't git back. that old raccoon."
-Opie p. Read, in Arkansaw Ira Weller.