Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-04-25

over at Jasper, what had come to stan up at the weddin, m that little blame Tennessee, an-Nancyl Lord, how they seem' to swell thar in the cabin do' as, fumbled up to the house tn 'ough the dead leaves. Seem like thar was a plum army ov 'em thar-an Nancy !-an lock like my legs tangled up same's inter ferin horse, an my arms growed so long they fetched the groun, an my feet SO big the yearth couldn't hold 'em. My, stranger, but l was hot whenst I did get to that cabin do, which it natchel- ly seemed to be miles away. Well. whenst did get thar, thar was NancyH
 "'Thomas MoTair. she said, pyeart- like, steppin to the front, an Randy Gibbs a-eggin her on fun behin, Thomas MoTair-pap his name is Thomas. an mann j'ined on the McTair for the bishop what uster be down to- Nashville-'Thomas McTair, says Nan cy, was you aimin to marry in them jeans garments?' she says. Them was my intentions, says I, seein she had spoke so proper Well. Mir. Lane, she up an answer, if them is your inten- tions you'll git some yuther gal to mar ry you. If a man is too low down to git par CT sto' bought clo'es to marry in, why the Lord have mercy on his soul, fur won't Yes, sir, them was Nancy's very words war, an with that the do slammed, an whenst I looked up thar warn't Nancy! O Lord. O Lordr'
 Stranger, he began again after a moment, ewing my rough tweed suit, did you mean them words you spoke about this here dad blamed suit CT jeans? Did you now?"
 Well, yes," answered, from my standpoint, that is first rate suit, straight goods, all wool and a yard vide
 "Thanky. stranger, thanky." said Thomas McTair oxuberantly, "blamed eff don't tell the ole lady them words ner yourn, but - see here, stranger. would you min swoppin?"
 What? Suits?'' I asked, smiling at the remembrance of the 3 inches of diff ference ill our heights.
 That's what" he said eagerly. You soc, it's thisser way. Thar's plenty time yit fo' the weddin was to a been, an cf you air q min to 'oommo- date me kin get thar by the time tho squire come, an. bless Gawd. I'll git Nancyl"
 II am afraid your clothes won't fit me, " I said temporizingly. His facu fell. ''Looker here, stran- gpr, he said, and there were tears in his eyes, I'm a-losin the chance CT Nancy! You don't know what that means, a'so you've never sot eyes on that purity faco CT hern, nur seen her walkin in tho mist uv a mornin with the dampncsS curlin that yeller hair nv hern, an-O Lord, stranger, ain't thar I gal somers as you'd die to git?" Right you arc there, Thomas, I said dismounting. You've hit the nail on the head, and I'll tell you what I'll do for you. Mam's cooked up lot of good things. hasn't she, back at tho cabin. for you and Nancy to start honey | incoming on?"
 That's what" he answered. Well, shuck off, I'll lend you my suit till tho weddings over, provided you'll put mo on the trail to your cabin and give mo supper and bed. A fel- low gets kinder played climbing noun tains.
 Stranger. you're trump" cried l Thomas, with effusion. You're n man ever inch nv you. an you're treatin mo white. 0 Lord. jest to think, I'll git Nancyr'
 II say, Thomas'' said I, after We had both disrobed, you'll have to get that turkey grease out of your hair, or I am afraid my hat won't stay on your head. It will slip off. you know"
 Right you air, stranger. he said, eying my rough shock. "Mebbe little stragglin outlook, as you mought call it. would go better wit sto' clo'es But come down this way piece "
 He picked up my bundle of clothes and his own big boots, which he had been compelled to remove in order to skin his trousers over his feet, and led the way down the trail in his under suit of unwashed Sea island.
 We came presently upon little cove
 under overhanging ledges of rock,
 whence a spring bubbled, trailing its
 way noisily down the mountain side. l Before l knew what he was about
 Thomas McTair had thrown himself
 forward on the palms of his hands and
 was standing feet uppermost over the
 stream. The nipples gurgled through
 his long hair, washing tho oil out upon
 the troubled waters
 "Novor wet a thread, did IT. he said
 by and by as he turned a somersault
 and landed on his feet.
 By this time I was comfortably hab
 ited in his hickory shirt and brown
 jeans, with about a foot of trouser.
 turned up in an English roll around
 my ankles.
 Thomas McTair's dressing proceeded moro slowly, converting him into { forked sight. My trousers struck hin about the region of his calves and re fused to be coaxed any lower, but thi was a minor defect. as his oowhid boots nobly satisfied the deficiency. Bu
 up above there were no extenuating cir . cumstances. The button tab at the en' of the shirt bosom struck him amid sea and Topped over the top of the low GU vest The short sack coat failed to hid the strap and buckle of his trousers il :, the rear and showed a suspicious line O white round the waist places when h
 raised his arm. About three inches 0 2 Sea island undershirt formed a cuff pro truding beneath the coat sleeve Hi
 wet hair stood out in little wespy wisp
 all over his head. but the biggest thinl
 in sight was the smile that pervsde
 his countenance.
 Don't happen to hev lookin glas
 about you, do you. stranger?" he aske . when his toilet was complete. II do just, said. reaching in m ,, saddlebags for my travelling case. an the glow of satisfaction that shone ,, ? his face at sight of his oomical reflectio v v rewarded me for my philanthropio el ', deavors