Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-03-17


course Of events and of public opinion
! the city.
Go be continuedD
Tom Weaver's Wooing.
Einah Proctor Clarke in Harper's Bazaar.
Yes, sir! the Ole North State fer me
Toh liv' an die In,
though corn an cotton does git skerse,
An times is tryin.
I've iiv'd straight on-though as a roy
| watched folks leavin'
BY hundreds, fer Indany boun',
An hopes deceiyin'-
In this ole house sot on the pike
The pike from Rahy-
Why, heIe, one April mawnin' twus,
l fust saw Polly!
Her folks wuz makin' toh the West
With fifty others
wagons an cattle, dogs an men,
Young uns an mothers.
1t come they stopped nigh toh my place
Toh eat their snack thar;
80 showed Polly roun' the lot,
An thu branch down back thar.
Her eyes wuz like the viIets that
Inc Wet spray glistened
An when she spoke, the mock bird stopped
Ills song an listened.
The mtni;s few; we didn't keer
What they wuz provin'
l Tiled her little hans with flowers
The train wuz movin.
''Good-by.'' she whispered; oh. good-by.
-, I'm glad I met ye.
III Keep the yi'iets-take one back
An don't forgit me-"
Then she wuz gone. The carts creaked past.
The cattle strainin'.
IL seehied all dark about the place,
Like 1t wuz rainin.
The hours dragged on. I tried toh crush
What seemed DUN folly,
But somethin' in me called an called.
Polly! Polly
The stars come out like Polly's eyes.
~ 80 soft an tender;
mere wuz preacher in the train
what wuz toh bender?
thought o the long miles she'd resk
Besut with danger:
inJuns an cutthroats, Lord knows what
it~me-a stranger?
Afore knowed. wuz at the barn;
what ef lost her!
The saddle 'crost her
We loved each other. her an me.
Like she wuz human;
Sne peared ton scent my trouble now,
An ike woman
She sot her head toh help me through.
Then we-uns started!
we went so last, II seemed as though
Inc shadders parted
Toh let through. then shut agin
As him an arrer
knowed a uigh-cut 'crost the fields
fordway narrer
| Over the river. hove the bridge;
But when We reached it.
Lord! peared like all the devils guns
Had stormed an preached it.
An April food. the smaller stream
Swep down torrent;
Lost trees, black whirlpOols, splintered foam
An tEunderin current.
l pulled up-but the ole brown mar
She never hOlted-
She tuck the bit betwixt her teeth
An In she bolted,
The black swirl sucked down, Ike fends
Tug2ed at the tethef,
| Blind plungin', strugslir', lust-the bank
Sare!-an' tohgethef!
An thar afore US. down the road.
with pine-knots shinfn',
long White Sarpent through the gloom,
The train wuz twinin.
rode the mar straight toh her cart
somethin' toll me
Lord' wlth my blood a1ump like that
Yer couldn't hol' ME!
twitched the curtin back-an' thar
She lay a-sleepin';
The starlight trimblin' down her cheek
Showed she'd ben weepn
MuSsed curIs, brown lashes glued with tears
Red mouth aquiver.
An crushed thar clost beneath her throat,
The lowers L Civ her.
l pulled hack-though I'd rode SO fast,
So far, toh fetch her
I'd meant toh kiss hcr-but I'd swar
couldn't tech her.
My heart shuck like a har' afore
So pure critter:
l shouldn't git her;
The ole mar must err guessed nv thoughts
Shed no fool doubt. sir
She stuck her brown nose in the cart
An vhinnied out, sir,
Lord: eff you'd seed them blue eyes thenl
The look that met me.
! Polly l ser. Come back come back.
] CANT fergit ye.''
Frum dream o me toh sight o. me.
Fore thought an doubt woke
shuck her all er sudden SO.
An jis' her heart spoke.
Well, well-thsr hain't much more toh tell.
Her folks wuz willin';
IF they'd said NO. my blood wuz up
Thard er ben some KILN!
We reused the preacher, folks stood roun'
With torches lnn:
The wondcrin cattle stared an lowed
Some change devinin'.
| Up toh the stars the preachers pra'r
The night wind carried:
Through joy an grief: through life till de'th''
An we WIZ married
| l caught her then, an kissed toh smiles
The blue eyes trouble.
The ole brown mar went home that night
Carryin double.
! Nigh untoh fifty year ago.
Ies-she's gone fust sir
| Thar's war she's lad-thar war We see
The vilets cluster.
| Twas pow full resk we tuck, yer say?
Well-chance wuZ even;
Missed it'd missed my heaven here
Phaps tother heaven.
Love strikes but wunst in hat-a-way-
Call II dun folly:
But when il comes-leap toh yer horse
An ride fer Polly