The Wadsworth dispatch. [volume] (Wadsworth, Nev.) 1892-1899, 1895-06-19

an cardin an spinnin an weavin an cut
tin an SEWN an all. She ripped up pap's
weddin suit fur a patron, which gran
pap he'd mar id in the same befo' him.
An this hickory stripe shirt. she made
1t, too, an stranger, what's a fellow to
dor l can't go home, s'help me Gawd.
mn tell the ole oman Nancy scorned
the clo'es she made fur me, but | don't
min tell1n you, seein you are handy an
seem kinder soft an harmless.
As lowed the weddin was to come
OH tonight, SO | got ready and went
down early, amin to be on han an
thlnsin | could hep roam mebbe,
fetohin wood an DRAWN cider. | got
thai soon after dinner, an Nancy's little
SIS Ten, she seed me comm an ruined
an tol the yuthers. An, by gum,
whenst | Skinned over the fence an
started up the parth to the house, thar
they all was big as life came to the do
to watch me. Thar was Nancy an her
MAN., an her dad, an Buck an Jeems
an Marthy Ann an Randy Gibbs FUN
over at jasper, what had come to stan
mp at the weddin, an that little blame
Tennessee, an-Nancyl Lord, how they
seem to swell thar in the cabin do as
l fumbled up to the house though the
dead leaves, Seem like thar was a plum
army ov 'em thar-an Nancy ian look
like my legs tangled up same's a 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 / did
get to that cabin do, which it natchel-
ly seemed . to be miles away. Well,
whenst did get thar, thar was Nancyl
Thomas MoTair. she said, pyeart-
like, steppin to the front, an Randy
Gibbs a-eggin her OIL FUN benin,
Thomas McTair-pap his name is
Thomas. an mann lined ON the MoTair
for the bishop what ulster be down to
Neutrality-suspicious. McTair. says Nam
oy, was you amin to marry in them
jeans garments?' she says. Them was
my intentions. says |, seein she had
spoke NO proper. Well. Mr.. Lane, she
up an answer, IF them is your inten-
tions you'll git some yuther gal to mar
ry you. II a man is too low down to
git a par r sto' bought olo'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 / looked
up thar warn't Nancy o Lord. o
Lordl'
Stranger" he began again after q
moment, eying my rough tweed suit,
Ibid you mean them words You spoke
about this here dad blamed suit or
jeans? Did You now?"
well, yes" answered, ''from my
standpoint. that is a first rate suit.
straight goods, all wool and a yard
wide"
"Thanky, stranger. thanky," said
Thomas McTair exuberantly, blamed
eff ] don't tell the ole lady them words
ner yourn, but see here. stranger,
would you min swoppin?"
"What? Suits?" l asked, smiling at
the remembrance of the Ia inches of diff
ference in our heights.
That's what" he said eagerly.
.'You see, it's thisser way. Thar's
time yit TO- the weddin was to a.
been, an ef you air a min to 'oommo-
date me ! kin get thar by the time the
squire'll come, an, bless Gawd, I'll git
II am afraid your clothes won't At
me-. | said temporizingly.
His face fell. LOCKER here, stran-
ger, " he said. and there were tears in
his eyes, "I'm a-losin the chance or
Nancy You don't know what that
means, case you've never sot eyes on
that purity face or bern, nur seen her
walkin in the mist nv a mornin with
the dampness curtin that yeller hair NV
bern, an-O Lord, stranger, amt thar
a gal somer as you'd die to git?"
Right you are there, Thomas, " 1
said dismounting. you've hit the nail
on the head, and I'll tell you what I'll
do for you. Mans cooked up a lot of
good things, hasn't she, back at the
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 the weddings over, provided
you'll put me on the trail to your cabin
and give me supper and a bed. A fell
low gets kinder played climbing noun
tains,"
stranger, you're a trump" cried
Thomas. with effusion. you're a man
ever inch nv you, an you re treatin me
white. o Lord, jest to think, I'll git
Nancyl'
II say, Thomas" said l, after we
had both disrobed, you'll have to get
that turkey grease out of your hair, or