The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1891-04-09

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clenched fist through it, hereby
shattering it into hundred pieces as
easily as if it had been a pane Of glass.
Il know wat I kin do," lie cried
aloud, and "I'll be ding'd ef dou't DO
it." So he hasteneG to the stable,
saddled his horse and rode away at full
speed.
About two miles from Mr.. Hart
mans, in those days, was the store-house
of jolly old gentleman by the name
of Gelthart. On the same Friday eve
ming just alluded to, party of several
youngsters of the neighborhood had
gathered at Geltharts for the purpose
of engaging in the sport of throwing
'long bullets" and discussing the best
way of enjoying themselves during the
Easter holidays near at hand. While
they were resting from the severe exer-
else, the gathering of horses hoofS
was heard, and horseman at full speed
soon made his appearance.
.Wy dat's Dave Hartman" said one
of the young men.
'Dat's fack," exclaimed another.
."Some one or udder mus be dyin'
at his house." cried third, "and he is
comm arter the burryin' clothes"
"Wy howdy, Dave" they all en-
quired together. as David dismounted,
swat makes you ride so fast?"
Cant feller ride as fast he wants
to-" answered David, somewhat petu-
lantly.
sob, cirtingly," they replied, "but
how's all at homer"
"Tolluble WE'LL" responded David.
Good evenin' to you, Mr.. Geltbart."
"The same to you, Mr.. Hartman.
How does your copperosity seem to
sagaciate?" inquired that jolly gentle
man.
"Jes middlin', Sur," replies our poet.
"Have you got emmy sugar kisses left?'
Mr.. Gelthart tludicrously assumed tine
gestures OF alman eudeavoring to an
swer a difficult question, and then said:
II think, Mr.. Hartman, I mout have
on hand yet about six or eight bushels.
Kin I measure you out a couple of
pecks?"
"Only one duzzing, at this time. Eff
my experiment turns out we'll, I pre-
haps may take all you have"
Here, loud laugh arose among the
oystanders, and one of them looking
mischievously ac David remarked:
"Wy, Dave, you mus be gwine a
courtin'. The thing is a gettin' mon
sous fashionable in these times. There's
Conrad Felsgruber layin' hisself
liable to Suky Hosenstricker, and they
say that Martin Sawyer is settin' up
to Bekky Bright, like sick kitten to
a hot smoovenin' iron"
Had the hand of corpse plunged
an ieicle into bis heart, his soul could
not have been more frozen than it was
by this announcement. Pocketing bis
kisses he remounted his horse, and left
as precipitately as be had arrived.
That evening be sat silently in the
piazza of his fathers house, more miser-
able than if he had been condemned to
die.
"Come to supper, David" said his
mother to him, in kind tone.
II don't want to eat, NANNY" NUT
tered the love-sick youth.
"Well, David" commenced his Sis
ter, "youjes oughter tesshamed ofyour-
self to let Bekky Bright get the upper
hand of you in that sor. Of way. And
look here, Dave, Bek's got to do days
sowin' for US for breakln' our slate"
wy sister Teener, she didn't break
the slate. broke it myself" remon-
strated her brother.
"Yes,n continued Christina, ."but she
was the occasionment of your breakin'
it. 1t oughter have bin broke over
your head, you saft-hearted nix noots,
you"
"Oh, don't be too hard on Dave"
pleaded his mother. "Poor boy, be is
not we'll. Go to bed, David"
He rose from the bench on which he
was seated in the piazza, and passed
through the house without saying a
word: but before he entered bis little
room his father tapped him upon the
shoulder and whispered to him:
"David, my son, I have often said
to Iyou, and I say it agin, beware
of the winning"
When he had entered his room and
carefully shut the door, he lighted his
candle, took from bis trunk his writing
materials, and then placed the sugar
kisses before him on the table. He
then carefully removed the little verse
lets folded, and attached to them. His
next step was to arrange them N a
column, and then fixing them by
placing ten cent piece upon each one,
to prevent the wind from disturbing
their order, he copied them off as they
stood,-obtaining a sum total as here
exhibited:
Dear maid, n mortal tongue can tell
How much love you and how we'll
Oh tell me now, fair maiden, will you marry?
II 50, lust name the day-dont let US tarry.
Cupid's sent his dart
Right through my heart.
What is The use 10 be so cruel?
l am sure that will. Miss, if you will.
NV soul is dark:--in words OF measured nsth
and slow
I from my heart do heave heavy Load OF
woe.