Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1894-12-20


That was her only consolation. If they
tried to make her bodily over to Mr..
Pasco, he was close at hand, and Miss
Lucy and Marse Bert looking in at the
window, ready to give him countenance
for her protection.
At last the march began. Two by
two, man and woman, they came into
the small cleat space before her and
moved around singing:
My Lord called Sister Marthy.
Sister Marthy would not answer.
Sister Marthy's into de gyarden,
Talkin erbout my Lord.
Five minutes of slow, heavy stamp
ing; then came wild whirl to
Oar war bans O. music,
Oar war bans O music, q
Oar war bans O. music
Rumblin fro de sky.
Then the words died away to wild
groaning shrek, with a tempest of foot
falls under it. The marchers formed a
wheel with the women in the center
and whirled at top speed in front of and
up to the poor distracted queen. The
pastor came, too, with an oily smile,
and put his buggy whip in her hand,
saying: "Now, Miss Permeely, hit
your king and lemme set him down up
yere side you. Hit is not good fer
'ooman ter be erlone, de Scripture says.
Now, shet your eyes an hit de mex who
'er passes" With that he seemed to
release the whip, yet adroitly flung the
1oc "
there went up great laughing shout,
and by the time Nicely had drawn one
sobbing breath the teacher was beside
her, holding her hand. The preacher
had drawn book and folded paper
from his pocket and was beginning to
read that the document authorized him
to solemnize matrimony betwixt Caesar
Augustus Pasco and Pamela Mills.
Out from the wonder stricken crowd
came shrill Cry; 1000! you vilyun!
I hain't dead yet''
The next minute a small and vicious
looking Daughter Of Will Arise
streamed up to the throne, clutched the
royal bridegroom and shaking him till
his teeth chartered cried out: 81 mar
ried dis yere slab sided, low.down, no
count trifiin fly up de creek two years
ergo, up to Nashville, an took in wash
in ter spote i'm so he might go ter
school an git book sense ernough ter be
er preacher. An dis is whut gifts fer
it. Fine um yere tryin ter marry er
| gal at dom ant um an does 'ant some
body else. I been KNOWN ever sence
he runned away he was mean as gar
broth thickened wild tadpoles, but I
never did thought he'd come quite ter
sech er pass as dis
Mr.. Barker put ON his most judicial
aspect. Pasco's countenance betrayed
his guilt Nevertheless the minister
asked:
"Is this woman your wife, Brother
Pasco?'
II married her once, but | was a
minor then, and I propose to get me a
divorce next spring-as soon, i'll fact, as
school is out" Mr.. Pasco said, calling
all his grammar 10 his aid.
'Den you better wait till you git it
fore you try ter marry agin," Pete
Meacham said, catching his rival round
the waist and sending him sprawling
on the floor. Then he gathered the Sob
bing Nicely in his arms and turned to
face the preacher, saying: "Mr. Pas
chure my boss is got license for me ter
marry dis same little gal. Git um frorh
him, please, an tie de knot right yere.
I wus gwine steal her as we went home,
but I don't warter take no mo- risks er
losin 'er."
Then a wonderful thing happened.
The party outside came in and stood in
half circle, back of Pete and Nicely,
until they were made one, when a
grave gentleman, whom nobody quite
knew. stepped in front of Bert Wilmer