Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1894-12-20

to marry man I'd see that he didn't
have a cow"
You can safely marry Sam. then.
He'll never have one-he'll never have
anything"
Hell have wife If he marries, 4
reckon"
Don't you sass me, Nell. won't
have it,"
II wouldn't sass you, nanny You
know wouldn't; but he would have
wife il he married, wouldn't he9 If he
didn't there wouldn't be any use in
marryin', would there?"
Hush sich foolishness. itwould de-
pend altogether on the woman he got, :"
suppose he got me?"
Look here, Nell You amt thinkin'
about maryin' him, air you9"
Lowed might, us he amt got a
COW. and that's about all Ia ask ~
him, But NANNY, suppose ! was to
tell you that | love him?"
II would think YOU had los your
senses"
well, then, ! reckon | have, for
do love him. Yes, love him SO mu,lh
that despise him and could knock
him down.
"Gracious aliver' the woman cried
you've upset the churn and all the
milk's gone. Come hack here 10 me
You'll break your neck q runnin' Off
down thar, You are the fetchtakedest
erecter ever seed.
The girl came bael,, laughing an
apology for the mischief which She hail
wrought, and the woman was ,coiding
her, though with leSsening harshnoss,
when the mirthful apology and the
reprilaand were put 20 an end by the
sudden appearance Of a man, who,
laziiy turning bend in the path that
ran round corner ~ the house, came
slouching toward the woman He held
up piece of paper huttcrcd il, and
drawlingly said;
Got this here fer Miss Nell
Fer me?" the girl cried, running to-
ward him She snatehcd the piece of
paper ran away short distance,
halted. and read the following;
Nov that have found out yoa hate me aud
don want To i kissed all The time am goin
away To be roet and whom ain oae know
you Wiz love ne So;;lc and win let me Kiss sou
d part of tho time Mt least II | don't become
poet ncgcr win come back Hg.1n, Tor hein u
poet is the only way EN- win your loyc, for
that is the oaly way can learn TO tell you how
much love yuu, and whom have done that
yon cant help loyin Tor thcn YOU VIII ~.
aS soul al blasin Tor you DON'T reckon
can got to be a poet before Christmas but
am sure win by ttcn, so YOU may look FOR inc
Christmas. and II by any strange possibility !
don get to be poet IN time to reach home by
Christmas, you just keep on dospisln' me aS
much is you please, but ~ mHsl keep on y
waitil' ana don lct anybody else grab you mp
like the bass done the peaFeh, for as tell you
I'll he back
Yours SAN
A change cane with the reading Of
the note. The noon in her eyes So
bered into twilight. For the FIRST
time in her life she was serious, She
turned to her mother and said:
II am awful sorry turned over that
churn.'
The woman was surprised, What's
the matter, dear? Never mind about
the churn What's in the note, Nellic?"
sNothin'; only Sam has gone away
and won't come back tell he's a poet
and I'm afraid he won't be one before
Christmas and want him now.
But maybe he can git the job before
then It's good while till Christmas,
aud good many things mout turn ~
'twixt now and then. Don't fret none
But she did fret. She frettcd for
weeks at a time; At morning when She
4 I, Il ltA pinn af
noon when She Stood, gazing into the
blue pool, at evenic., when the whip
poorwill sang his sad song. The season
ripened. the grain was reaped, the
leaves had characterization was APP.
preaching, coming slowly down, IL
seemed, from the browning hills
Christmas Eve, Christmas night The
girl stood ii the door, listening No
sounds except the faint hack. hack.
hack Of an evenings woodchopper, far
away, and the lowing Of cold and des-
olate cow in the ravine. lie did not
come
The grass was green again, the
leaves came out, the blackberry briars
were in bloom, the water pouring over
lilV shell VI alhbc SNIbSh ~ nNttttit HuN-
der note The season drew a long
breath and another change came,
II was Christmas night, and the girl
stood in the door The belated wood.
choppers hack, hack, hack was heard.
and the same cold cow was lowing Ia
the ravine,
Good evening"
"Gracious alive, is this you, Sam?'
yes" he said, still standing back
from her The freight falling upon
him showed that he was well dressed
Wont you come IN, SamP"
mo, for you'll still have to despise
me
"Why?"
Because I'm not poet"
What are you, Sam?'
81 am an agent for patent churn
dasher.n
She spranP forward and threw her
arms about him, ''Oh, ! am SO glad"
she cried. And you may kiss me all
the time"
4 CONsIDERArE LOTHARIO.
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