Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1894-03-29

housekeeper an put up p'serves an make
,drtles. an Name would stan at the
wiuder an sing an fergit all abaout her
mess I'LL twas clean split
after Mis- Wilson died. though,
Name done better round the haouse.
NebLe ef th' ole man wuz ter die she'd
take ter lawn. Ye can't tell; she kin
do most an thin.
LEST abaout then, Jim Lane began
ter sleeve raound with Name Wilson.
Smart ez Il steel trap, he is; he runs the
sawmill up the Greek: but tn ole man
hates him like pizen, an he talked ter
Name till she lowed she wouldn't take
up with Jim. less he WIZ willln.
",Jim Lane is the darnedest good ma
tured Teller you ever see. He's alluz
got a good word an pleasant smile fer
folks. an he'll go further out o his track
fer a friend n most anybuddy know.
He took it offul hard abaout Name,
an he reg1y got mopy an down IN the
mouth abaout it. An then he got his
second wind, an he tried every witch
way to play it on tn ole man. But Name
she got putty stuffy, too, an she declared
she'd never pose her father, an thar
twas"
Biiah got off the barrel to sell a
couple of candy balls to a rosy faced
little lass who was so short as to be visi-
BILE under the slack line, and resumed,
as she closed the door of the shop
THE hull village knew all abaout it
and they talked it up, early an late.
The gals they wasn't slow ter say what
they'd do eff they wuz in her place, and
The Bugler took hand, so ter speak,
an nearly drove the ole man wild. But
Miss Peterson. the minister's sister, she
lowed that Name wuz right ter mind
her father
"'Look a-here, says Jim, 'ain't got
no rights at all? an Miss Peterson she
laughed an said she sposed so, but he
certainly did mt orter ask Name ter
take the responsibility of breakin her
word"
Bijah chuckled and changed his legs
and clasped the other knee.
"'Twasnt very long after that ole
Wilson went home one night. Iwuz
gettin early dusk an he tole Name she'd
better get the lamp afore she set down
ter tea. Name wuz agoin through the
entryway with a whoppin great shade
lamp in her hand, when somebody
knocked ter the front door, and she jest
stopped an opened it without thinkin.
"Jim Lane was a-standin there. Don't
say nothin, Name, says he, an he takes
her bodily, lamp an all, and tucks her
inter carridge that he he'd at the gate.
He didn't fool raound with no railroad
train, but jest turned them horses heads
fer Canada, an when they got ter the
line Name wuz Il settin there ez still ez
a mouse, without airy hat er coat, an that
big shade lamp IA burnin jest as peart as
eff it wuz on the ole man Wilson's table
ter home"
Bijah spat at the stove and laughed to
himself
Fearful thing-the ingratitoode of
children, ain't it? But you'd orter seen
The Bugler mex mornin. Every dad
blamed colume in it he'd a big head
line, Jim Lane has got his gal. Jim
Lane has got his gal. Gosh! that jest
proved ole Wilson wouldn't never hev
busted when he didn't bust that mornin
"He went whoopin off ter his laY''Sr
ter see what he cud do to Jim, 1uC
Name she wuz of age an she writ him
that she went of her own free will; so all
he could make any fuss abaout wuz the
lamp, an they've been lawin an foolin
an arbitratin ever sence. Margaret
Ingersoll in Boston Transcript.