Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-10-11

IL Was Genuine Though Very Unconven-
tional Case of ~Love at Sight" OF
Bare Feet-Uncie Ezra Claims
All the Credit.


That 'Sairy" Monroe, nee Peters,
was pretty l had not the slightest
doubt. My recollection of her girl
hood warranted that assumption. 1t
was probable, too, that maturer
years had brought that tact and
finesse peculiar to the gentler sex,
but how in the world she had man
aged to inveigle Hank" Monroe In
the tolls / could not even conjec-
ture.
Hank" was the most bashful boy
ever knew, and during our school
days up at Lonelyville the very
mention of ''Ssiry" Peters name
would cause the poor fellow to
breaksjnto cold sweat, and used
to think that he was developing a
bad case of misogyny.
Uncle Ezra Bulls came to town
the other day from way up ken
try" and from him l learned with
unbounded surprise that 'Hank'
and 'Sairy'' we're really and truly
married and that Hank was prov
ing himself model husband. c
do tell me all about it, Uncle
Ezra" / pleaded as the old man In
cidentally dropped this startling in
formation. 'It's the most astound-
ing thing I've heard of in whole
year."
II hadn't oughter tell ] swan I
hadn't, but bein's you and Hank
was boys together reckon twunt
do any hurt to tell you bout it. But
say-don't We never tell nobody.
II al'ays knew Hank liked Sairy,
but, we see, he was different from
most boys. He was still nd bash
full, but them's tn kind that likes
mighty hard when they git startin'
once, md Hank want no exception
to til gineral rule. always knew,
too, that Sairy sot a heap O. store
by Hank, md didn't wonder at it,
nuther, for Hank Monroe was
slavin' good boy, if l doc say it my
self. Ye know Hank was my first
wife's nephew.
HE want none O. yer fipper-
topper dudes; he was jest great
big, hard-workin' hull-souled teller,
nd beins I knew well enough that
he wanted to spark Sairy awful bad
nd darsn't, why I jest made up my
mind I'd ingineer tn thing nd bring
EN- &Qether I dunno's I'm entitled
to any praise, though. for bringin'
tn thing round, for it was due
mostly to an accident
IT told til poor feller't Sairy
thought her eyes O him md eff be
KEEP hangin' off that. some feller't
want half ez deservin' O. herd slip
in 'ndMit her nd he would't nave
anybo&S & blame but himself. /
KEEP hammerin away at him till he
promised to drive over md call on
Sairy tn next Sunday. I was
plaguey 'fraid he'd back out when
tn time came, but he didn't, no
sir-e-e Long bout ten o'clock l
seen him drivin' by lookin' ez slick
ez eff he'd jeststepped out of band
box. He drove the big sorrel nd
tn new buggy. / reckon you'd ha'
took him for tn parson eff you'd seen
him that mornin'.
"Wall, Jest ez he was crossin
Willer creek bridge - that's jest
afore we git to tn Peters place, We
remember s'p'ose tn cold chills
got to playin' ] spy up his back.
Anyhow, he gin a sneeze nd sof
went them air glasses o his'n. Hank
was nearsighted, we know. They
struck til aige O. tn bridge md ther
fell into tn creek, where the water
was knee deep.
Hank was stumped then for a
minnit or two, an l s'p'ose he call
lated to 90 back home. Prob1y he'd
done it, too, eff t hadu been for tn
accident spoke Of mir nit ago, but
he had TO get his specs first, anyhow,
SO be looked up nd down tn road,
md, not seem anybody in sight, he
Jest slipped off his shoes nd stock
ms, rolled up his trousers nd
waded in. He'd Jest fished EN- out
when Tom Mason's little yeller dog
cum bouncin' out O til bushes
a-barkin' like all possessed, nd tn
old sorrel pricked up his ears nd
started off down tn road at putty
tol'able lively gait.
- Cit out, you brute. Whoa!
poa, boyl yells Hank, but tn dog
took to himself what was meant for
tn boss, nd tn hess played he was
tn dog an lit out Eastern ever, with
Hank chasin' long behind, barefoot
ed nd nigh about barelegged. The
old boss Stacked nm n little lest afore