The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-01-01

he'd be in town, most any evenin' you'd
go past the Meredith gate you could
see his horse tied there-everything
open and above-board, so it seemed.
We'll, sir. he happened to be here the
time of the old year party, three year
ago. You've been here year and over,
amt you, parson?"
Yes, l was stationed here at fall con-
ference year ago this November, you
recollect."
Vas, so you was. Well, all this is
about two year befo' you come.
We'll, sir, when 1t was known that
May Days city beau was goin' to be
here for the party, everybody looked
to see some fun, cause they know'd
how free Of Proph' made with names,
an they wondered eff he'd have gall
enough to call out May Days name
with the city feller's. Well, ez luck
would have it, the party was at my
house that year, an tell you, sir, folks
thet hadn't set up to see the old year
out for ten years, come that night jest
for fear they'd miss somethin', But
of co'se we saw through it. We knowed
what fetched 'em.
Well sir, that was the purtiest party
I ever see in my life. Our Simpkins-
vile pattern for young girls is toler-
BILE neat one, eff do say it, ez shouldn't
bein' kin to forty-leven of 'em. We
| amt got no, to say, ugly girls in town
never had many, though some has
planned down considerable when they
| got settled in years, but the girls there
| that night was eZ perfec' bunch of
girls ez you ever see-jest ez purity a
show O. beauty ez any rose arbor could
| turn out on spring day.
Have you ever went to gether roses,
parson, each one seemin' to be the pur-
tiest tell you'd got handful, an you'd
be startin' to come away, when away
up on top o. the vine you'd see one that
was enough pinker an sweeter'n the
rest to make you climb for it, an when
you'd git It, you'd stick it in the top of
yore bouquet little higher'n the
others?
II see you know what l mean. Well,
that was the way May Day looked that
night. She was that top bud.
II had three nieces and wife and she
had seval cousins, there-all purity
say little Daisy Meredith, she jest
topped em all for beauty and sweet
ness an modesty that night.
"An' the stranger-well, l dunno jest
| what to liken him to less'n 1t Is to one
of them princes thet stalk around the
stage an gives orders when they have
play actin in show tent.
They wasn't no Hies on his shape
nor his rig, nor his manners, neither
| Talked to the old ladies-ricollect my
| wife she had finger wropped up, an
he ast her about it and advised her tC
look after 1t an give her a recipe fol
bone-felon. She thought they WASH
nobody like him. An he jest simply
danced the wall flowers dizzy, give the
fiddlers money, an'-well, he don'
everything thet a person o the roya
family of city gentry might be expect
ed to do. An everybody wondered
what mo- Mrs. Meredith wanted TO
her daughter. Tell the truth. SOM
mistrusted, an lowed thet she jes
took on that way to hide how ticklec
she was.
well, ez say, the party passed of
lovely, an after awhile 1t came nea
12 o'clock, an the folks commenced
to look round for OF Proph to come IL
an call out events same as he alway
done.
80 Directly the boys they went ou
an fetched him in--drawin' him 'lonl
by the sleeve, an holdin' back lik
ez ef he dreaded to come in.
II tell you, parson, I'll never forgi
the way that old Niger looked, longes
day / live. Seemed like he couldn'
sca'cely walk, an he stumbled, al
when he took his station front O. tn