Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1892-09-09
Jim Jenkins Story.


white on the trees, film the air witt
the smell NV angels; me an Malviny
wuz settin' out on the porch steps
the old folks wuz gone to bed, an
reckon I'd been holdin' onto her han
fer up ards Nv sever'l minutes, ticklet
most to death cause she didn't snatch
it away.
"Malviny," says l, purity nigh in &
whisper.
Yes, JIM" says she, hitchin' up al
inch or two
"Ain't ther some fellers yoG kinder
like little better than some other
fellers -
NO, jim" says she, an | sorter felt
my gizzard drap about two feet and q
half.
Nary one p says |.
Yes, jim" says she, One
That hope me a good deal that an
the way she said it.
"Malviny," says l, takin' n new holt
onto her han, ''if Id throw a rock
about now, could l hit the feller you
like best p
NO, Jim," says she, an down went
that durn gizzard Nv mine ag'in.
"Why couldn't l, Malviny p says l,
fishin' round fer a hint.
"'Cause, jim" says she, an her
han give twitch.
"'Cause WHAT says l.
"Jis' case says she, an she jerked
her han outen mine an slid over to-
wards the railin'.
"Do you reckon couldh him with
a club p says |, piecin' up bit.
II reckon" says she.
could you, Malviny p says |.
Yes, l could" says she, kinder
quick an nervous, an then heap
softer, but | wouldn't"
why wouldn't you p says l, aggin'
her on.
Il wouldn't hit a dog with a club, ''
says she.
Il amt no dog" says |, breekin'
out in the wrong place.
"Who said you wuz - says she,
mighty provokin'.
You did" says |.
Il didn't" says she.
well, you come mighty nigh it,
says l
Il want talkin' about you, at all, "
says she, sulkin'.
"Who wuz you talkin' about, then, "
says !, gettin' ugly myself.
That's fer me to know an you to
find out says she, ez sassy Ell a gal
with seven beaus.
| seen | wuz gettin' on ticklish
ground an began backin' off.
What's the use Nv us quarrelin' ,
Malviny?' says |, mighty forgivin' ,
an tryin' to git hold on her han ag'in.
Il amt quarrelin', says sac.
But | wuz tryin' to, says |, meet
in her morn half way, an ske sorter
let her han slip over to'ards mine,
that wuz reachin' round in the shad-
ders.
l wuz feelin' purity shore now, an
gettin' a clinch onto her han, | says :
"Malviny," says |, Il think heap
Nv you"
"Jis' keep on thinkin' that away,
Jim" says she.
Fer how long? says /.
THAT depen's says she.
"Depen's on what p says |.
How do l know says she, sorter
peevish.
You women are the beaten'est crit
ters,n says |, drappin' her han.
Il amt" says she, fiarin' up.
You air all growed on the same
stem" says |, flarin' up, too.
well, l don't keer,n says she, ez
pesky ez a stubborn calf. Il AIN what
am, an | can't be no more'n | AIN,
kin | -
How do | know p says |, comm
back at her on her own tracks, an a
dab NV cloud came acrost the face Nv
the moon an the wind blowed the
smell Nv the apple blossoms t'other
way.
| wuzn't maxim no headway at all,
an | sat ther without sayin' word
till that cloud went by an the moon
showed bright again. Malviny wuz
not sayln' word nuther.
"Malviny," says l, after bit; but
she wouldn't answer.
"Malviny," says l, beggin', III
take that back. They amt no nicer
gal than you in the whole country"
That's what Sam said last night,
says she, colder'n shade in FEBRUARY.
Sam who - says l, chokin up.
Sam Higley," says she, smirkin'
You didn't think it was Sam White
did you -
"Wuz he here last night, too 9 say:
|. swaggin' down till my hopes wul
most draggin' the ground.
NO. he wuzn't," says she, provok
iner than ever, but he wuz the night
afore"
| couldn't stan it no longer, an
jumped up often the steps an begar
stompin' round like man with the
toothache.
When you get tired, Mr.. Jinkins,
saws she, politer'n basket OF chips
You may set down"
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