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

VB 0U'0 W. He was wash
ing his hands Mt the sink. Jean Car
sou, his niece, was ringing clothes ont
of the bluing water.
"What is 1t now?" she asked. look.
ing straight Mt him, with keen twin
kle in her Zig, brown, heavy frinyed
eyes. Her checks were as pink as
wild roses cts his new thrashinc
machine, amt it? Wal, 1 have heard
twas n regular daisy -
Team disapproved Of alarr. but q
Kansas ranch is favorable place for
tho cultivation of it.
81 don't know nothing about his
thrashing machine. What know is.
l knew Andrew Wilkerson, when was
Hvln' i'll the south part O. Indianv,
twenty years ago, and 1 nin't going ia
nave nothing at all to do with man
that was celebrated all over the conn
try for being cheating, lying, on;
princlpled, no-account scalawag!"
- WeH, said Jean. squeezing out a
taDlecloth, you've ben saying that,
pappy, ever since they moved here,
md hain't even disputed you"
He was NIL the "pappy" she 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
MIN Just when he's got something new.
er DE elected town trustee, er raised
nm extra big crop of something, Jbe-
i've 1t rifles you to think he's getting
along SO good" a mischievious dimple
developing itself at the corner OF her
ripe mouth. 81 really believe, pap
by ~
Mr.. Hinckly ratified the wash-basin.
Ito could never scold Jean, however
great her gay impertinence. But he
spoke with sternness.
Il don't want nothin' to do with 'em. -
he repeated. 'Ner L 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 world--not the son of n
man like Andrew Wilkerson. Blood
tells. If you ever see him, to any of
the corn-huskings er merry -makings,
you give him the solid-goby. Now, /
mean it"
"You've ben saying that for thir.
teen months, boo, pappy," said jean,
laughing.
But her laugh was odd. She faced
her uncle bravely, but her cheeks had
lost their pinkness suddenly, and her
breath came for n moment in little
gasps.
Mr.. Hinckley wore spectacles, and
was not particularly observant, any
how.
When Jean carried baskeful OF
clothes out to the line, he gazed after
her, proudly and securely.
"Ihc smGrtest gal in the country
and the hnndsomest :" he reflected.
with commcndable moderation. "It's
got to be a fine feller that gitsher away
from 'pappy
Mr.. Hinckley had to drive to the
village that afternoon, to try and scare
up dcccnter hired man than Hi
Adams, whose laziness appeared to be
positive disease.
He WAS thinking absorbedly of many
things as he drove along--Andrew
Wilkerson's heinous failings being for
the moment wholly out of his mind.
"Hi, thcrel" teamster shouted.
Turn out, can't you?"
"Tura ont yourself, Seth Simpson, "
said Mr.. Hinckley.
They were old friends, and they
grinned at each other.
But Mr.. Hinckley's three-year- old
"colt" 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 n horse!" said her
driver good-humoredly. "Keep in the
road -
He jerked her back, but she jumped
again.
Mr.. Hinckley was bending forward,
with n strong grasp upon the lines, and
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, n daze of pain and
alarm, and fell rward just as Seth
Simpson reached and caught him.