Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1896-12-15

% 'Thar's q heap of handshakin an
well wisbin goin on. Mothers an sisters
an sweethearts is kissiD us goodby, an
while thar's some hilarity thar's more
sobs. It's, after all, as looks back ard,
rather damp than gay affair.
While all this yere love an tears Is
fowin thar's a gent-he's our captain
who's settin oil alone in his saddle an
amt takin no hand. Thar's no sweet.
heart, no mother, no sister, for him.
No one about Pine Knot knows
this party much, more'n his name Is
Bent; that he's captain, with the gown
or's commission. an comes from way
of yander some'ers. An so he sets thar,
grim an solid in his saddle, lookin
vaguelike off at where the trees meets
the sky, while the rest of US Is goin
about permiscus hnishin up our kissin.
" Amt he got no sweetheart to
wish goodby 20 him?" asks girl Of
me. "Ain't thar no one to kiss him
for good luck as he rides away?"
=" This yere maiden's name is San
ders, an it's shore fact she's the pref
tiest young female whoever makes q
moccasin track in west Tennessee. I'd
a-killed my popy an gone foot 70 bring
such look Of soft concern in her eyes
az shines thar oninvited for this yere
lonesome gent looks over whore he's
silent an solitary on his hoSs.
"'"No," replies, he's an orphan,
reckon. He's plumb abandoned that
away, an SO thars nobody yere to kiss
him or shake his hand "
This yere pretty Sanders girl-an
I'm pausin agiu 10 state thar nothin Of
the long horn about her, pure cornfed
she was-this Sanders beauty I'm sayin
looks at this party by himsef for a mo-
ment, an then the big tears begin to
take p'session Of her blue eyes. Next
she blushcs like flower an walks over
to this lone gent.
Mister Captain, she says, raisin
her face to him like rose, I'm shore
sorry you amt got no sweetheart 10 say
goodby, an because your lonesome that
away I'll kiss you m say adios myse'f "
"'"Will you, my little LADY," says
the lonesome gent as he swings from his
saddle TO the ground by her side, al
thar's sunshine in his eyes in moment.
"'"Ill think Of you every day for
that, he whispers when he kisses her,
IAN il come back when the wars
done I'll look for you yere. -
1.-THE little Sanders girl-she was
shorely as handsome as a pinto pony
bushes heap vivid at what she's done,
but looks warm an tender. Everybody
lookin ON, while the play is some onus-
ual an out of line, agrees it's all right,
bein that we all was goin 10 war.
Now yere, goes on Enright, at the
same time callin for licker all around,
'is what you all will agree is "a mighty
romantic deal that away. Yere's a love
affair gets launched.
Does this lone hand gent who gets
kissed by the Sanders lady outliye the
war; asks Texas Thompson, who has
braced up an gets mighty vivaoious lis
TENN 10 the story.
Which he shorcly outlives that
conflict, replies Enright AN you can
gamble he was IN the thick Of the STAN
pede, too. every time. | will say for
this yere captain that. while | wasn't
with him plumb through, no was as
game gent as ever fought up hill.
He's one Of these sports who fights an
goes for ard 10 his man. Thar no white
feathers on that sort. They're game as
hornets. An bad
(which If he don't get downed |
none, says Texas Thompson, 'an hits
Tennessee alive, offers ten to one he
leads this Sanders female 10 the altar.
" An you'd lose whole lot, says |
Enright, 40 the same time raisin his
whisky glass That's what | states |
when | trails out on this yere reminis- |
cence. Females is frivolous an plumb |
light OF fancy. Now, this captain party |
comes back TO Pine Knot, say about y
years later, an what do you ali think: |
That Sanders girl 5 been married mighty |
nigh two years an has an infant child as
big as bar cub, which Is beginnin 10 |
make a bluff at walkin. Now, OH the |
square, an I'm az s'prised about 1t AS
you bel was mOre'n s'prised was
pained-I don't allow, lookin over re-
suits an recallin the fact Of that bar
cub infant child. that, for all her blush
in AN all her tears an kissin that captain |
party goodby that away. that the San
ders girl cares "a hossha'r rope for him
in week. An il all proves what re-
marks, that while females amt malev
Olent malicious an don't do these yere |
things TO peerce gent with grief, their
'fections that away is always honin for
the trail an is prone to move camp.
I" But, bless 'em, they can't help 1t
none if their hearts be quicksands, an |
libates to 'em again. Whereat we all
drinks with Enright, feelin heap sim
liar.
Whatever becomes Of this pore
captain party? asks Faro Nell.
Well, the fact about that cap
tain. replies Enright, settin down his
glass ag'in, while the same is the
merest incident an don't have no direct
bearing on what I've been relatin; the
fact in his case is he's welded already.
after sayin "Howdy?" to
the little Sanders girl an applaudin Of
her progeny, which it looks like he fully
indorses that away, this yere captain
gent hits the trail for Nashville, where
his wife's been kpeniu camo an WaltiQ
for him all the time. DAN Quinn in