The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-03-04
The CRUISE The HAPPY THOUGHT
BY EDGAR 1. WAKEMAN.
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"a 50
cuttlchsh when a gals good names lOun-
I cerIu' atweeu yer iuky tongues. But Fc
only foul ycsel's whom Sc raise Yer voice
again Whey. She had a right ter 20. If
she wanted ter. Shed q right ter stay, it
she wanted ter
The old man was so vehement that his
impetuOus words turned the tide in the
absent Niuey's favor at once.
"one was Tn best schOOlmOm ever cum
to our district, hridled up a farmwife
from a near wagon. "She foot 10 six
miles. in n out chop her own wood an
build ner own fire, WASH { above Swcepiu
out the schOolhouse, nuther: an then.
arter hghtin sense inter them yOunguns
heads all day. she'd set up all night
nussin tn sick. Mcbbe she warn good
'nuH fur PEN broke this with mighty
scorn. but she was good nun fur plain
folks out our way"
well, Whey was handy with her
needle, admitted one old lady with
trembling head
IN handler with a boat than emmy
man at tn head o tn tide rendered
another
What waen't she handy att" re
sumed the old man on Crutches. beating
the sand and shlngle to emphasize his
words
she could cook like a Malayun, =" offered
an old salt in evidence
she cud work like a niger" insisted
the farmwife from the wagon
she cud pray pOwerfuler n tn pas
son - insisted Clamdigger Ike, who had
sat unmoyed under the droppings of the
sanctuary all his hard old life.
IN CuQn't she sing purity Oh. myU'
yentured one of the bravest Of the bare
legged PEN broke lads
Sing sing Well, rayther!n snOrted
the old man on crutches. "Thar's whar
Is tnanH III L.
band cudn't git a note in edgewise, drum
1 n all, when Whey Jetsum jess hem'd
and haw'd leetle, n opened them purity
lips. Why, that gal worked her skin t
tn bones, keerin' fur them three Cap
tings, Jerking his head toward the hut
"'N what'd she git Not nuthin'. What'd
She AK EN- fur-them that's got more
money n this hull town.
No one answered and the sympathetic
oracle resumed.
"What was it? Jess n pesky origin, or
melodyun, fur tn Sund'y School DYE
sp'oSe they'd do that little' Not much
said their wheezin' old Gordon n their
yelpin old fiddle was a darn d sight more
music n PEN broke ned a right Z git; n
then when that colleger Teller cum long,
vacationin' two year ago-'n' a likely fell
Ter he wur-'n' took a leetle pity on
Whey, n sent her a origin from Bosting
they Jess up n sold it out o. spite"
said 'twuz putin unlikely notions in
her head. | heerd em say as much :" in
terrupted the stone-masOn' wife imme-
diately swapping her lips together and
slowly nodding her head.
YES continued he of the crutches tri-
umphantlY, AN then Whey lit out. But
don you fOrgit it, Teller citizens. Vinev
lit out on her own money: her own hard
earned money. She didn't light out With
no colleger neither. III Jess bet my next
quarters pension money agin all them
Captings's got. that wherever Whey Jet
sum is, she's workin' an singin' an
praYin', Jess as steddy as she did in Penn
broke. Darn my hide! Them cantakerous
old Captings Onght ter be a huntin' her
stead O. sailin' away for their health: M
If had my way, they'd bring her back U
Pembroke, 'pOlogizin all the way, or I'd
scuttle their Happy Thought. for EN-,
outside Quoddy Headn'
"'Iaint no such town 'thout her, as
'twazn sighed Clam-digger Ike
NO sech town! No town at allu'
sputtered the old man, stamping up and
down and around and among his listeners,
while making the sparks fly from the
gritty rock and shingle with the iron fer
rules Of his clutches. No more spelliu's
down; no donashun parties fur tn parson:
no singin school; no more clambakes: no
qulltln's; no plckniCkin'; no revivalin':
no nuJh'n, N them three critters done
it-pshaw"
The tender hearted old fellow could
contain himself no longer; and with a
fierce shake of the crutch at the hut and
the gayly rocking Happy Thought
stumped Vigorously away up the highway
to his little cottage beside the mill
Then three critters done it :" said the
farmwife responsibility, as her wagon
started away on its hOmeward Journey
among the hills
Them three critters done it, sure
echoed clam-digger Ike, skimming bits of
sllyered rock like a Scudding saa-fowl
along the surface of the creeping tide
Unconscious and unheeding of Penn
broke criticism, though full OF important
SecreSY lnatlelr movements. the three an
Client shippers, still locked within the
hut, were holding the most solemn con
clave of their lives.
J They were alike as the almost flowing
blue trousers that enveloped their re
spective shrivelled legs; the blue pea
Jackets upon their bent old backs: the
tiuHy gray shirts beneath; the huge
black kerchiefs dangling from under
spaniel-eared collars, over which poured
strikingly alike cascades of white and
shaggy boards, which seemed to leave but
little room for Redeemed noses beady
eyes ana wrinkled foreheads, as it
blended into shaggy white eyebrows and
shaggy white hair, running like wreaths
of well-hackled hemp from the uapes of
their scraggy neCks up over their hairy
ears, nicely defining little round spaces Of
red and shiny scalp, all precisely as if cut
from the same patchwork pattern: and
still as alike as the ancient sou'westers
they grasped in their left hands. for their
right hands laid together in a solemn lit
tie wrinkly and llnotted pile on the top of
an extinct sheet-lrou stove.
"Viney's got to be got" said Captain
BeniaminC Ballast, with force and feeling.
That's what were here fur" assented
Captain Rudolph Ruider
BY fair means q foul. ~ added Captain
Timothy Tacker, with a determined little
twist of his head.
Il picked her up uion wreck, good e.
ndenr water, long TODD fifty-four, six,
west lattood forty-tive two, north, when
sailin' tn Nancy Mary twenty year
ago - resumed Captain Ballast.
"Tharabout; admitted his two com
paniOns.
I'VE all quit sailin' an cum Z Penn
broke, tur snug harbor, next year"
IN Jumped our shares a dunnage N
divided Niney, a fortnight AFTER" insisted
the other two, sticking for historic accu-
racy and their rights in the absent waif
Of the sea.
Then we called her Whey, kase she
wuz seech tender an twnin' little