The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1893-03-30
"JIST IN TINE. "

",JTST IN TIME"
The sun was slowly lifting a rosy
crown from the head of the tall king
mountain" in eastern Kentucky. Twi-
light was slowly creeping up the valley,
leaving black throated tunnels yawning
beneath the trees that crowded each side
of the creek. With quiet chatter the
chickens were gathering beneath the
trees in the front of old Bill Copfeld's
log cabin, glancing about here and there,
seeking the best boughs in which to rest
through the coming night. A whip
poorwill was lifting its weird, monoto-
nous shrieks out on the mountain side at
the rear of the house. Beyond the yard
fence in front, on large oak, sat
young man and a young girl. The lat
ter was Nellie Copfeld, the prettiest
girl Gin all the country round" The
former was her big, rawboned, out
withal handsome lover, Tim Holbrook.
The two had been quarreling, but now
a short truce of silence had interviewed.
The young giant sat with his head bent
over, vigorously, but unconsciously,
whiting on pine single. The girl
sat twisting her fingers, making the
joints crack, and ever and anon fash
ing detecting glance at her lover. Oc-
casionally her sharp look would en-
counter his, and then two chins would
suddenly drop toward two breasts.
Finally the young man, with a sudden
impulse, arose from the log, brushed
away the shavings that chung to his
clothes, and said:
"Waal, guess it's time fer me ter be
gittin outen this"
The girl glanced up, and with sug-
gestion of sarcasm in her tones said:
''rm surprised at ye wantin to go so
sudding! thought We was hayin an
awful nice time!
SNOW thar amt no use in ye tryin ter
take up that ar quarrel agin. don't
feel like it. I got up ter tell ye goodby."
''Thar's plenty O time yit ter tell me
that. The moon amt hardly up yit. Ye
don't want ter go off in the dark. Ye
ginerally stay nearly all night. What's
yer hurry now!" The girls tones were
full of affected pleasantly, and her eyes
glowed with soft radiance through the
gathering darkness. at the beauty of
that upturned face his joints weakened,
and down he sat again beside her.
He turned to the girl and said with
some desperation:
81 love you, Nell, and We know it."
''O' course l do" returned the girl,
laughing.
81 can't hep lovin ye."
81 know you can't"
81 loved ye the fust time ever seed
ye."
eyes, you did thatg'
That's jis' why We treat me like a
dog"
81 don't treat ye like a dog, Tim"
Eye don't?"
mo, sub, DON'T"
"rd like ter know why!"
because I'm alters good an pleasant
20 my dog"
Here the girl laughed aloud; but Tim
exasperated beyond any further endur
ance, leaped up, made a rush for hi
mule, mounted it and dashed furiousl,
away.
As the echoes of the mules hoofs diet
cut In the night remorse sprang up il
the heart of this little mountain coquette
ooh, goodness she cried, "wonde
what got inter him ter treat me tina
away? Jis' jumped up an run off an neve
sed nothin. He's mad about somethin-
know he is. What could it be? neve
seed such fellow in my life; jis' flies a
ter pieces, an body never kin tell wha
it's erbout Well, reckin it wud be a,
for the best if he stays mad-if he
mad. Anybody that acks the fool tina
away why they'd be no Twin with 'eI
AFTER they's married to 'em. never Wi
speak to him agin. Lordy goodness,
know never done nothin. Wonder
he was certain mad and won't never tr
to make up with me no more" And til
poor, injured little maiden smashed tw
big tears on her pretty, plump cheek
crossed the fence, entered the house an
went to bed.
As Tins mule trotted along toward b
home his thoughts ran something Liz
this:
"Oh, Lordy Cord! what am gwine tt
oOs LILO ACI IlO lOW AS q DNotOo SOAA
layin by the side o the spring o happ
ness. I'll pine an perish in frent o tt
sweet warters, but CANT never drin
'em no more. My big feather bed wi
now be full o rocks when lay down @
it at night. I'll git up in the morn
feelin sorry didn't peg out durin slee
I'll go ter my new ground ter plow, bl
won't have life enough in me ter Gu
when root hits my shin. The hou
logs I'd got out ter build little hon
fer me an Neil will now rot in the wood
The good milk cow lately traded
will go dry. The hogs bought ter ma
us meat will wander away an go vii
amt got no heart never ter do moth
more. I've gotno more confidence in 4
body. I thought Nell loved me, an
believe she once did, but she is jis' Ii
all the critters. When they find out a Fl
ler's TOO sweet ON 'em it turns 'em soul
And the great, strong mana wea
ling at this moment-lifted up his vol
and sang the following stanza of despa
Fare ye well, my lovin Nellie,
I'll bit you adieu,
am ruined forever,
By the lovin of you.
sob, don't you be bit brighten,
young man, about that girl Don
know human nature? Haven't I re
tho hoo1> - &c.,,