Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1891-08-21


man who owned several teams, and |
was, therefore, high in the social grade.
She had the appearance of fiirt, and
1t was known that she had smiled upon
Rob Turner, as hard working young
fellow as ever lived, and then refused
to marry him, although ne begged her
piteously and although he was hard
working boy. 1t was soon discovered
that Big Hep was smitten with her.
and one Sunday when he hired one of
her fathers horses and took her to
church, at least ten miles distant, the
gossips knew that marriage or a re-
fusal would be the result Old Miss
Bocage, the chief of gossips, called on
Helps mother that Sunday, and the i'm
pulse to gossip was SO strong within
her that she 6isregarded her usual
skirmishing and went at once into the
engagement.
81 reckon you know that Helps gone
with Lutte Moore to-day"
"Yes." the little old woman
answered, "but l reckon he'll come
back"
"Oh, of course, but haven't you been
thinkin' that he mout want to marry
hero"
1.-THE on ly thing I've thought about
it is that she would have to search
mighty long time before she could do
better"
II understand that, too, Miz Brooks,
but amt you Altered she won't have
him, and that it will pretty nigh break
his hearth"
"He has mighty big heart, Miss
Bocage."
That's true enough, but big hearts
air ginerally the easiest to break. Look
at Rob Turner, fur instance Thar
amt nobody got no bigger heart
than he has, and thar amt a
harder workin' boy in all this coun-
try, and now look at him. He
mopes about like he don't kere whuther
the price of wood keeps up or not. If
had son-and | reckon it's blessin'
that l amt would hate to see him
maxim set at girl like Lutte Moore.
would jest give him piece of sensi-
BILE advice. l would tell him to be
keerful of women that thinks them
selves good lool1in' an take some good,
honest person that thinks more of
other folks than she does of herself |
would tell him to find some good girl,
makes no difference if she was q little
older than him, and marry her. have
been nightly interested in Hep ever
sense fust seed him, and do so much
want him to git good wife whenever
he do marry"
Little Lady" with all her small
ness physically, and beauty born of
sweet and patient soul, was woman,
and while, Miss Bocage was talking
this little mother mused 81 see what
you air drivin' at, missile, but you
might as well hush, for Hep will never
marry such lookin' busybody as you
air Why, thar wouldn't be no Twin
in the house with you"
"Well, / must CO." said Miss Bocage,
rising. 81 thought l would merely
drop over and see you awhile. l wish
but never mind" She was now
standing in the door, twisting the
strings of her bingham sunbonnet.
"What were you goin' to wish?"
"Oh, nuthin', only thought that If
you cared to speak of it, you might tell
Hep that we air all nightly interested
in him. l don't think l ever seen
young man that ever was more inter-
ested in than am in him. Good morn
in"
When Hep returned from church
late that evening his mother looked at
him closely, as if she were searching
for evidences of unrequited love; and
when he had sat down to the table
upon which his dinner had been placed,
she noticed that he did not eat with his
usual relish.
"What's the matter, Hep?"
sob! nuthin'," he answered, looking
up surprised. What makes you think
thar's anything the matter?"
~ didn't think you eat like you had
much appetite, and thar is the dandc-
lion greens, too"
81 won't try to fool you, little
lady," he said, smiling. II will jest
Vch YOU SAdctly WHdb Is UHe matter L
love Lutte Moore"
and do she love you, my SOM"
"That's what l KANT find out"
"Have you said anything to her
about it?"
Not yet. have been tryin' to all
day, but somehow couldn't. I'd keep
on lookin' ahead and think that when
l got thar would say somethin', but
KEEP putin it off an putin it Off
till here l am an nuthin amt been
said yit.r
do you want me to go over and talk
to her?"
Gracious, nor he exclaimed. "She
would think that l 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 l will walk home with her and
say somethin' or bust hamestring, as
pap ulster say"
/ The singing party met that very
. night, and Hep walked home with
Lutte Moore. He struggled with him
4 self as they walked along, and not I'M
, til they had almost arrived at Moore
cabin could he summon up sufficient
: courage, Finally, in sort of desper-
ate burst, he exclaimed:
, stop right here whar you air and let
S me say suthin'." She stopped and
t turned her face toward him. The moon
. was shining
+ Miss Lutte" said he, II want to tell
r you somethin that have tried mighty
l hard to say. l never was much of a
/ hand to go among women for the reason
that l never was much interested in
, their talk, but it's different with you.
e 1t don't make no difference what you
: say, am interested in it, and don't
. / halava ,O,,II