Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1895-07-17

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&ssA MMsS AM liked 10 hirt-
'SGA&SD N4gAD at least Boil
thought she did-and Bob was jealous,
especially of Jake Hargood.
81 don't care for him, Bob, "Chsri-
ty said once, glancing up at him.. with
soft depreciation, from under her
curle'l brown lashes.
"Then tell him so, said blurt Rob.
"What big silly you are, Rohp
she answered. "He might say l better
wait till he asked me to care. The
lime to refuse anything is when it is
offered"
But Rob shook his head, and failed
to see the logic of this.
"Better let him know before he does
ask," he said, sagely.
Notwithstanding this gool advice,
Miss Charity very reprehensively went
buggy-riding that same evening with
Jake Hargood. But as she tied on
her hat and smiled at the pretty vision
of blue eyes, corn-silk curls and baby
pinkness in the looking-glass, the
thought of Rob did come up and
trouble her peace and her conscience.
"He's dear boy" said she, "and
it's too bad TO be t1eacherous to him
but it shall be the last time. After
this evening I'll reform right straight. u
But the ''last time" often proves the
fatal one time too many.
Rob saw them as he was driving up
the COWS from pasture, went home in
q rage, and did not 60 near Charity
that week.
"Reckon you're about to lose yer
beau. Charity" said Aunt Buldu
Pitcher, who dropped in one day to
borrow a yeast cake. 81 hear tell
how Rob Redwood is going off to the
stay with uncle.
"Lawsy!" said good Mrs. Mead.
ows, concernedly. 81 hope not.
That's awful hot land. He'llget plum
scorched up yaller!" =
sob, I reckon he won't stand no
chance of that, replied Aunt 9ulds,
cheerfully. "Betwixt the wild ami.
miles and the savages, he'll git eat be-
fore he gifts scorched." :"
Anything at all "furrin" necessarily
embraced cannibals and wild beasts
in Aunt Hulda's mind.
81 don't believe It'll" said Charity,
to herself. 81 don't think Rob would
make up his mind to 60 of there with
out letting me know about it..
Bat the next day Rob's mother was
over.
Charity saw her from window
where the was sitting, busily engaged
in putting squares of patchwork TO-
gether with blocks of pink and white
muslin for a quilt.
She was going to have o quilting
the next day, and had not quite
finished her own work on it; SO she
did not 60 down stairs now, but she
could hear the conversation Oh the
porch below.
"This here they're a-telliu' about
Rob a-goin' of to the Injies ain't
true, is it," Mrs. Meadows asked, as
she set out the big cushioned rocker
for her visitor.
eyes, shouldn't wonder Il il WINS, .
returned Mrs. Redwood, shaking her
black sunbonnet dolefully. ."His
Uncle 'Lijah, he got rich out there,
and wants him to come mighty bad,
and he amt plum made up his mind
but he's a-studyin' about it consider.
able. %
"Shucks! I hate to see him a-goin
off there. He'll get baked to crisp.
I low to tell him 80. I s'pose him
and Tillie'll be over to Charity's party
tomorrow"
"Tillie will, replied Mrs. Redwood.
81 do'no whether Rob will or. not.
He says maybe he might and maybe
he mightn't. It'd depend on circum.
stances.
"Now, that's too bnd of Rob-" said
Charity, dropping her head on the
window sill and brushing away sud-
den tear with square of patchwork,
when he's went and stayed away sc
long already. He's just right cruel tc
me! But if he don't want to come to
my party he needn't, and Ill dance
with Jake Hsrgood till I drop on the
floor"
According to the Higginsville
etiquette regulating quiltings, the
ladies usually assemble in the morn
ing, and on the principle of duty be-
fore pleasure, devote themselves
wholly to the task OF getting the quilt
done.
By the time that is accomplished,
the young men begin to drop In, ano
80 continue to do until dark, wher
'rhe fiddler" arrives, and the grand
fun of the occasion commences.
The morning of the quilting, while
Miss Tillie Redwood was embellishine
her charms as be6tte | the OCCASION
her brother Rob sought the privac,
of the smoke-house, there to address
himself to the business of writing 6
note to Charity.
After an hours hard work he wipet
his perspiring brow, and surveyed th'
following:
'DEAR CHARITY: I want everything to b
settled tonight for good and all. II 20,
care tor me more than for Jake Har2ood
will lrnr, n In, md cnf yrnldin0 unN
send word by Jimmy Tibbs before night, an
I'll come to your dance too happy to live
for you don't know how good love you
Ii you're ondecided-like and want to stc
t, Jake. don't send no word nor look TO
M" In 81 to the Indies, and don't kee
il srrrrh and all s'rivel up AMI die.
Your loving ROB.
p. S--plea'e sanl Jimmy quick II IL
re,. I'm .wIn narvous-like.
'Lpok- here, Tillie, sail ROB-
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