The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1892-02-27

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happy but they know you amt now.
Tai, please wait a mint Tai, tol
Gods sake let me explain myself.
Say, wait mint. You won't tel
Bill will you? Oh, you won't dc
that | know. Tai; oh Tai She
was fastening down the slope
toward the wild plum bushes. Don't
say anything, he shouted. Don't,
for il you do there'll be trouble.
What's the matter little girl? Bill
asked that evening as he was eating
his supper.
Nothin'.
You don't pear to be as bright as
usual.
thought l was.
But you amt. Thar's some new
calico IN my saddle-bags that'll make
you as putty dress as you ever
seed. Got red and yaller spots on
it that shines like a sunfower. Look
here, little gal, thar's somethin' the
matter with you and you needn't
say thar amt. Come here now. He
showed his chair back from the table
and took her on his lap. You know
thar's something wrong, now, and
you air jest tryin' to tool me. l
haven't done nothin' to hurt your
feelin'S, have |?
No.
Then what's the matter? Oh,
don't cry that way. She sobbed on
his shoulder. You Il make me think
that | amt the right sort or hus-
band, if you keep on. Mebbe l
amt too. I'm gettin' old and gizzly
and l amt good-Iookin' nohow,
while you pear to git pulitzer and
pulitzer every day.
Bill, she said, putting her arms
around his neck, you mustn't talk
you mustn't think that way. You
are the best man that ever lived, and
If you'll promise not to get mad III
tell you what ails me.
Law ne, child, l couldn't git mad
if | wanted to.
She told him; he sat for NOM
ents in a deep meditation, and then,
with a frightening countenance, said
cheerfully:
Why, that amt nothin' to git mad
about, chile. It's all right; and let
me tell YOU that any man after secin'
you a few times is bound to love you
and l reckon he would be willin' to
run away with you. Why, bless my
life, I'd run away with you in a
mint, er haw, hawl No, indeed,
honey, you KANT blame the pore
feller for that.
And you won't say anything to
him about il?
Law me, child, I'll never mention
it to him; never in the world, so
doa't give yourself no uneasiness.
A chilling rain was falling. Several
men, including Ned Royston, were
sitting in Bob Talbot's store.
Wander comes Bill Hempsey, said
Talbot, looking out. Ned Royston
moved uneasily in his chair.
Hello, men! Bill shouted, as be
stepped up into the door and began
to stamp the mud of, his feet.
sorter salt outside. Hi, Bob; glad
to see you lookin' 50 well. Hi, Ned
and hi, all hands.
We're always glad to see you,
Ned spoke up, fur we know that you
alus fetch good humor along with
you. Don't make any difference
whuther the corn's clean or in the
grass, your air allus the same.
Glad you think SO, Ned.
We all jine him in thinkin' so,
said Talbot.
Much obleeged. He stood lean
ing against the counter, and, NOV
ing his hand carelessly, touched a
rusty cheeseknite. Bob, what dc
you keep sich a onery-lookin' knife
as this for?
Sharp enough to cut cheese with,
l reckon, Bill.
Yes, but that's about all HAND
me that whetrock over thar and le
me whet the point. Blamed If
haven't got to be doin' somethin' al
the time. Wall, iellers, | seec
suthin' tother week while | wa:
down in Knoxville that laid owe
anything | ever did see before.
went to a theatre. Ever at one
Ned?
No, don't believe l was.
Wall, now, if you've ever been a
one you'd know it, Bill replied, in
dustriously whetting the point Of tn,
knife. Why, it knocks a schoo
exhibition sillier than a scOrChed puI
| never did see such siCh a show
Any horses in it? Bob Talbo
asked.
Oh, no. it all tuck place in a house
III tell you how it was still whettin
the knife 1t was playin', rcgula
pertend like, but it looked nigh,
natral
1t pears that ruther old lelIe
had married a ruthcr young gal h
put the wetstone on the counter
powerful putty gal, too. Wall, on
time when the old feller want abo,
the house, young chap that ha
wanted to marry her good viii
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