The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1893-12-08

VVo oU'0 wv He wos wash- :
ing his hands at the sink. Jean Oar.
sou, his niece, was ringing clothes out
OF the bluing water.
what il it now?" she asked. look.
ing straight nt him, with n keen twin
klo i'll her big, brown, heavy frinycd
eyes. Her cheeks were as pink ma
wild roses. 'Tt's his new thrnsbing
machine, amt it? Wal, I have heard
twas regular daisy |"
Jean disai:prcved &C slang, but n
hhnsas ranch is n favorable place for
tho cultivation of it.
don't know nothing about his
thrashing machine. What know ia.
l knew Andrew Wilkerson, when was
iivn in the south pnrt O. Indiany,
twenty yoars ago, and amt going to
nave nothing Mt oil to do with n man
that was celebrated oil over tho conn
try for being II cheating, lying. ON:
PrlncIpled, no-account scalawapr'
We'll, said Jean, squeezing out n
tablecloth, "you'vo ben saying that,
paPpy, ever since they moved here.
nnd hain't oven disputed YOU"
he was nll tho ''pappy" sho had
ever known.
II won't neighbor with 'eml"
Wal, you needn't. ONLY. seems to
mo you have these spells of swearing
you won't have nothing to do with
him Just when he's got something new.
or ben elected town trustee. ar ra;soS
a., an extra big crop Of something. Ibe-
lVo 1t rlles You to think hos getting
n'"nG so good" mischicvious dimple
uoEeIoping itself at tho corner OF her
ripe mouth. 81 really believe, pap
py ="
Mr.. Hlnckly ratified the wash-basin.
do could never scold Jean, however
great her gay impertinence. But he
spoke with sternness.
II don't want no thin to do with 'em. I"
he repeated. ''Ner 1 don't want Won
to havel There's young feller in the
family; I've seen him once or twice
wouldn't have you have no truck
with HIM, ner know him, not fer all /
got IN the wnrld--not tho scn If q
man like Andrew Wilkerson. Blood
tells. If you ever SEQ him, to any of
the corn-huskings er merry-makinps.
you give him the soiid-goby. Now, 1
mean it !"
"You've ben saying that for thir.
teen months, too, pappy," said jean,
laughing.
But her laugh was odd. She faced
her uncle bravely. but her checks had
lost their pinkness suddenly, and her
breath came for moment in little
gasps.
Mr. Hinckley wore spectacles, and
was not particularly observant, any-
how.
Whom Jean carried baske eful of
clothes out to the line, he gazed after
her, proudly and securely.
'The smartest gal in the conntry
and the handsomest !" he reflected,
with commendable moderation. "It's
got to be fine feller that gifts her away
from 'pappy W"
Mr.. Hinckley had to drive to the
village that afternoon, to try and scare
up decenter hired man than Hi
Adams, whose laziness appeared to be
positive disease.
He was thinking absorbelly of many
things as he drove Glong--Andrew
Wllkerson's heinous failings being for
the moment wholly out of his mind.
''Hi, therel" teamster shouted.
Turn out, can't you?"
Turn out yourself, Seth Simpson,"
said Mr.. Hinckley.
They were old friends, and they
grinned at each other.
But Mr.. Hinckley's three-yea old
scott" had no liking for the great
empty hay rack upon the rude seat OF
which Seth Simpson sat. She reared
quickly and violently.
'You fool of horse!" said her
driver good-humoredly. "Keep in the
road -
He jerked her back, but she jumped
again.
Mr.. Hinckley was bending forward.
with strong grasp mon the lines, end
one of the protruding poles of the rack
struck him forcibly on the forehead.
The lines fell from his hands, and he
felt of his head in daze of pain and
alarm, and fell forward just as Seth
Simpson reached and caught him.