Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1892-05-12

wuz--an they both thought sight of
her. She want no more like neither NV
them then nothin at all, and they both
tried projecks with her.
"Her father wanted her to be boy,
an he alluz felt as eff she done him when
she want. He wanted ter make a law
yer out Nv her; he's dead in love with
lawin, ole man Wilson is; bat yer might
better try ter make hossrake out of
whalebones an gristle ez to make law
yer outer Name. What tn ole man said
wuz Gospel, though; she felt sorter like
She better not make him no more hard
feelin, after not bein that boy he wanted.
"Her mother meant her ter be a good
housekeeper an put up p'serves an make
pickles.; an Name would stan at the
winder an sing an fergit all abaout her
mess till twas clean split.
"After Mis- Wilson died, though,
Name done better round the haouse.
Mebbe eff tn ole man wuz ter die she'd
take ter lawn. Ye can't tell; she kin
do most thin.
"Jest abaout then, Jim Lane began
ter sleeve raound with Name Wilson.
Smart ez a steel trap, he is; he runs the
sawmill up the Creek; but tn ole man
hates him like pizen, an he talked ter
Name till she lowed she wouldn't take
up with Jim, less he wuz willin."
"Jim Lane is the darnedest good ma
tured feller you ever see. He's alluz
got good word an pleasant smile fer
folks, an he'll go further out o his track
fer friend n most anybuddy know.
"He took it offul hard abaout Name,
an he regly got mopy an down in the
mouth abaout it. An then he got his
second wind, an he tried every witch
way to play it on tn ole man. But Name
she got putty stuffy, too, an she declared
she'd never pose her father, an thar
twas"
Bijah got off the barrel to sell a
couple of candy balls to a rosy faced
little lass who was so short as to be visi-
BILE under the slack line, and resumed,
as she closed the door of the shop
1.-THE hull village knew all abaout it
and they talked it up, early an late.
The gals they wasn't slow ter say what
they'd do eff they wuz in her place, and
The Bugler took hand, SO ter speak,
an nearly drove the ole man wild. But
Miss Peterson, the minister's sister, she
lowed that Name wuz right ter mind
her father.
Look a-here, says Jim, 'ain't got
no rights at allY an Miss Peterson she
laughed an said she s'posed SO, but he
certainly did MT orter ask Name ter
take the responsibility of breakin her
word"
Bijah chuckled and changed his legs
and clasped the other knee.
"Twasn't very long after that ole
Wilson went home one night. Twuz
gettin early dusk an he tole Name she'd
better get the lamp afore she set down
ter tea. Name wuz agoin through the
entryway with whoppin great shade
lamp in her hand, when somebody
knocked ter the front door, and she jest
stopped an opened it without thinlxin.
Jim Lane was a-standin there. Don't
say nothin, Name, says he, an he takes
her bodily, lamp an all, and tucks her
inter carridge that he he'd at the gate.
He didn't fool raound with no railrosd
train, but jest turned them horses heads
fer Canada, an when they got ter the
line Name wuz settin there ez still ez
mouse, without airy hat er coat, an that
big shade lamp burnin jest as peart as
eff it wuz on the ole man Wilson's table
ter home"
Bijah spat at the stove and laughed to
himself.
Fearful thing-the ingratitoode of
children, amt it? But you'd orter seen
The Bugler mex mornin. Every dad
blamed colume in it he'd big head
line, Jim Lane has got his gal. Jim
Lane has got his gall Gosh! that jest
proved ole Wilson wouldn't never hev
busted when he didn't bust that mornin.
HE went whoopin off ter his lawyer
ter see what he cud do to Jim, but
Name she wuz of age an she writ him
that she went of her own free will; 80 all
he could make any fuss abaout wuz the
lamp, an they've been a lawn an foolin
an arbitratin ever sence. Margaret
Ingersoll in Boston Transcript.