Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1894-12-21

and angry-looking, met her near the
door, and pointing to q churn standing
in the shade near the corner of the
house, said:
"Thar's that thing standin' thar all
the mornin' and you foolin' round
down thar on the branch. You air gest
gittin' 50 yo' amt no manner account
on the face of the earth. Who was
that down thar Ecrappin' with you?
But you reenter tell mel know. 1t
was that good-for-nothin Sam Foster.
A triiin'er wretch never lived on the
face of the earth"
Ties goin' to be n poet" the girl re-
piled, taking an apron off lilac bush
and tying the strings about her waist.
And what's that, for goodness salse?"
the woman exclaimed lied better
be thinEin' about cuttin' them sprouts
outen that pore old hillside Geld that
he's afflicted with. Conscience alive,
pity the woman he mnrrics."
II don't reckon he's old enouEh yet
to think about raarryin' anybody" the
girl replied. Having tucked up her
skirts she had begun to ply the churn
dasher.
mot old enough" the woman
snapped. my sakes alive, I'd like to
see fool too young to think about
gittin' married these here days. And I
warrant you that thar air gals fool
enough to marry him. Oh you neenter
| jerk that dasher around, for you know
it's a fact do believe you'd be fool
enough yourself"
The girl was silent She had ceased
to ply the churn dasher, she stood mo-
tionless, gazing down the slope toward
the pool where she and tho young fell
low had watched the bass and the
perch.
EYES," the woman repeated, ~ do
believe that you'd be fool enough to
marry him yourself"
"Well, if was to, might not have
to churn all the time" the girl replied,
resuming her work.
That's fact" the woman quickly
agreed. Yes, that's n fact, for you
wouldn't have nothin' 10 chura.'
NCllg 1 u NV lluNC ~
churn. wish there wasn't 4 COW no.
where. hate en- All the time goin'
about causia' folks to churn. II / was
10 marry a man I'd see that he didnr
have cow"
you can safely marry Sam, then
He'll never have one-he'll never have
anything"
Hell have wife if he marries,
reckon"
Don't you sass me, Nell. won
have it."
Il wouldn't sass you, nanny. Yol
know ! wouldn't; but he would have {
wife if he married, wouldn't he? If h,
didn't there wouldn't be any use il
marryin', would thcre?"
Flush SIGH foolishncss. Itwould dc
pcld altogether on the woman he got.
"Sup7oso he got mc?"
Look here, Nell. You amt thinlkin
about n2rryia' him, air you?"
Lowed might, cs he Gin't got {
COW, and that's about ell I'd ask o
him. But, nanny, suppose ] was t.
tell you that love him."
81 would think you had lost you
scnscs."
"Well, then, reckon have, for
do love him. Yes, | love him so mucl
that | dospise him and could lnocl
him down"
Gracious alivc! the woman cried
you've upset the churn and all tn
milk's gone. Come back here to me
You'll break your neck n runnin' OF
down thar. You are the fetchtakedes
creoter ever seed"
The girl came back, laughing a,
apology for the mischief which she ha
wrought, and the woman was scoldin
: her, though with lessening harshnes:
when the mirthful apology and til
reprimand wcrc put TO on end by tn
sudden appearance of man. who
lazily turning bend in the path tina
ran round a corner of the house, cam
slouching toward the woman. lie hel
up piece of paper, 1uttered it, an
drawlingly said:
loot this here fer Miss Nell"
"For me?" the girl cried, running Il
ward him. She snatched the piece {
paper, ran nway short diStanc'
t halted, and read the following:
Nov that have found out you hate me CT
= don't want to le kissed all the time, an goi
n away TO be poet. and whca am one kno
you will lore me some and will let mo kiss sc
part OF the time at least II l don't becou
s poet never will come back again, for 6ein'
poet Is tho oaly WY can win your love, Il
q that is the only w1y can learn 10 tell you no
much love you. and when have done til
you can't help lovln' me, for thea you will s.
my soul all blasin for YOU. don't reckon
{ can get TO bo poet before Christmas, but
N arl sure will b. then, so you may look for n
= Christmas ard Il by any strange possibility
Z dont get to be poet In time TO reach homo |
J, Christmas, you Just keep Gu . dospisin ne
much IS yol please, but you must Keep Oh
vaittn' end don't let anybody else grab ysu
>. like the biss done tAo posrch, for as toll 81
- I'll lie back
' Yours. SAM
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