Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1893-04-23
LOVE AND TRAGEDY.

Not long ago was stopping for the night
ut log cabin on Christy creek, Rowan
county, eastern Kentucky. Soon after dark
the 'oid woman" of the house made ready
the three beds. The big, long haired, shaggy
whiskered host told me Indicating with
gesture large fat bed in one corner that
could ''shuck off my buds an pile inter bed
whenever | got ready" Saying this he
jerked his yarn "galluses" from his shout
ders, tramped off his breeches and piled"
into one himself He soon struck a 2:39
snore. 1t was not my bedtime, so fingered
in the chimney corner rejecting on the
vanity of human wishes, while a large, ro-
bust gal" sat in the corner opposite with
knitting needles in her hand and the in
evitable "dipstick" in her mouth. The
''old woman" soon followed the 'oId man"
to bed, and the girl and were left alone
with our thoughts. She kept glancing I'M
easily from my face 10 the door Finally
she said:
Amt it erbout time ter go to bed stran-
geri"
ut may be-" was my careless reply. Go
10 bed when yon like prefer to sit up
awhile longer"
80 do l." she returned with savage ex-
preston.
Soon heard footsteps at the door
"Ye'd better ter 20 on to bed, +" she spoke
warningly as she arose to admit the new
conner.
Pm comfortable enough, miss, thank
you" replied.
"Why, howdy do, Salr' was the young
mans greeting as he entered the door.
II do erbout ~ please, Bill, !" returned
the girl with joyful expression. "Howdy
do yerselfS"
do like they do over the river when the
con fails and the mast don't hitter, haw,
hRw, haw!'
The young giant seated himself in front
of the fire, between me and the girl, and
looked alternately from one to the other
When he'd look at her he'd grin; when he'd
look at me he'd frown. The girls facial ex-
preston kept tally with his.
Finally the young man, after a long 81
lence, summoned up a savage tone to 20
with his looks and said:
stranger, amt it erbout time ter go to
bedS"
at may be" said indiferently.
A long pause followed, during which the
dead silence was only disturbed by the
young mans breathing, which sounded
something like that of a low wind signing
throw hollow log At last he slowly drew
q long barreled revolver from the region Of
his hip, cooked it and spake:
Don't ye r-a-y-theF think We know it's
time ter go to bedy"
II dol" | shouted as | ieaped toward the
bed that had been assigned me and scram-
bled beneath the covers
A long silence followed at the fireplace
The fire was about ceasing to blaze, and
the young man was waiting for the last
tongue Of fame to flop OUT to begin a
nights sparkin.'
j lay awake for hours unable even to doze,
but was well remunerated for my loss Of
sleep.
Soon the shadows quit hopping up and
down on the wall, and a little later the
friction of the chairposts against the punch
cons told me that the young man was
getting around to his gal" listened in
tently for the ice Of silence to melt into
dripping words of love The dripping be-
gan in this wise;
''Sal, We know how hard a dogwood plank
IL after its laid out in the sun all through
the hot. dry month Of August, don't ye"
"Yas-tee hee%
"waal, it amt no harder than your heart
II. my gal"
"oh, now, dad butt ye, Bill. want ye ter
hushP'
III amt ergoin ter do IL. This yer Teller
that drove of ter bed was hur a-sparkin
Ofye"
Islander"
Cant fool me. He's hur fer ter cut me
ont and marry yer
"Oh, Bill, do hushl Ye think mighty lit
tie NV me eff ye think I'd cum ter havin the
likes O. him."
mo use ter talk to me, as the def man
sed."
81 know wouldn't have him Bill, eff he
had two of the best coon dogs in the state
O. Rawan, an want ye ter quit aggerfret-
tin me-"
"Shahi Can't fool me"
II want yer ter huss."
Long silence succeeded. Then he hitched
his chair closer
"Say, Saly"
"waal, Bill?"
do you know how much pap's big yoke
o. steers can pull when they have down
hill shoot on itS"
"They can pull n heap sight o. stuff,
Bill"
"waal, they couidD t pull half my love for
you, by golr'
"oh, now, shah, Bill. They could, too
tee heer'
"Blast my ole socks eff they cudp'
could, too-tee heel"
"Say, SalY
"Waal, Billf"
"You know ole man Martins big SOW an
her 10 shoats, don't yer"
"Yas, Bill"
"Waal. they is mine-traded fer um ter
Ms that so, BillY"
at amt nuthin else but so, Sal
IAN say, Saly'
"Waal, Bill"
"You know ole man Sider's muley COW
an her calf"
"Yas, Bill"
"Waal, I've boughten her."
snow, Billr
Dust my kneecap eff it amt sol You are
fond o. hog meat, amt ye, SalS"