The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1891-01-20

preston about the red lips and the
curvina Zines of her dimpled chin that
seemed to have been cast in the mould
Of a smile, so that even when some
body hurt her feelings, and the tears
came in the innocent eyes, the smile
remained on the mouth and chin.
Cousin Kate came to live with US
because her father was dead, and !
think Grandpa was the administrator
Or guardian, or something Of the sort.
and looked after her property.
She was not very close kin, but we
al called her Cousin Kate, because il
seemed to please her.
She never suspected that I was
smittcn with her charms, although !
was dreaming about her every night,
and during the day wearing out my
knife carving many big cranky "K"
in the magnolias and sycamore tree'
IN the hammock.
used to wish that I were man
50 thst I wouldn't have to take those
hateful drenches, and could marry
Cousin Kate and build nc house on
the high hill that overlooked the river
anu the hammock and the ridgy wood
lands beyond. But l was too young.
[ could not have her for my own,
md all could do was to worship her.
Finally, as in ali love stories, the
villain appeared upon the scene. Tie
villain came in the shape of Dick Tue
Ser, who rode a big grey horse, and
wore calfskin boots and a white hat,
and possessed that fatal gift Of beauty
that was demoniac to me.
Phe-e-ewI How l hated that man!
He was a clever enough sort of fel-
low, suppose; and most people liked
him very well, b1t I Gid detsSt him
Oh, IsiehorTed him in my sightl
He first came pretending to talk pol,
ltics with Grandpa, and, he would sit
and listen 10 the old mans Indian war
stories for a long while. But l no
iced that when Cousin Kate were ont
with pink rose in her hair, he looked
like he wanted to eat her with his
black eyes; and he would twist his
black moustache and try to look sweet.
Then I used to 60 ont among the
eea weeds, in the back yard, and get a
stick and thrash the old locust tree. /
didn't cuss, then, because was afraid
of the Good Lord and Grandpa; but l
used the strongest by-word that !
could find on the borderlands of bias
phemy; and every time I'd hit that
tree I'd grit my teeth and mutter:
"Dogon, Dick Tucker! Dogon,
Dick Tucker! Dogon, Dick Tucker"
At last he got so he did not stop to
listen 10 Grandpa, and would 60 over
and sit by Cousin Kate, and talk to
her just as sweetly.
1 finally made up my mind that l
would put quietus on his counting
exploits. Then / proceeded to put my
plan into execution.
Dick was proud of his horse, AND
be rode with short martingales, and a
curb bit which made the horse arch
his neck and bounce up and down in
fine style as he came galloping up the
lane. Dick always came along about
2 o'clock Sundays, and 1 knew that he
made his horse do that way to attract
Cousin Kate's attention.
l laid my plans accordingly
da! ha! ha! 1t tickles me now to
think how salivated him. l got me
a long horn and I loaded it like gun.
First put in whole handful Of
fine, light ashes to make the smoke;
then I put down charge of little
black pimples: then some more ashes,
and followed with pimples, until ;
had the horn chuck full.
There was low place in the roao
about quarter of a mile down the
lane, and big, green goose puddle
was there.
In the dog fennels that grew in tn,
fence jamb, / ensconced myself, and J
felt like some deadly assassin gloatine
over anticipated revenge.
Hate nerved nay arm and conceo'
trated jealousy strengthened nay heart.
Ali Cousin Kate! A few minutes
would decide between man and man:
or rather boy Victor or vanqu!shcd,
] woul Q stake M all ou the cast OF
that norn.
There was clatter of hoofs down
che road. Nearer and nearer, near
and nearer, and then 1 caught
glimpse Of tossing name and flowing
tail, high boots, and white hat.
Springing up | uttered a loud
"boom!" and l threw the horn at the
horses head.
There was snort from the horse,
yell from the rider, and splash in the