The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-07-16

an sich-like, things happen out 'pon
this auld gray an brown world same
as in other places, but they bant o.
much account cept to ourselves.
can call home wan tale, though, as
I'll tell e, if you mind to hear it. 'Tis
bout the courtin', of a chap by the
name o. Vogwell.
"BiL was a writer of sign an SIGH
like, an chap Of his hands most ways
wi a general sense in gwaine through
1.-The world which don't come to many
as young as it come to him. He was
always surprisin' clever or else mazin'
fulish. Theer wern't no half meas
ures about him. He lived wi his ia
Their in the last house o. Merivale, an
because sign-writin' wasn't enough to
keep him. he built ten bee-butts, an
strawed them as clever as a regular
catcher, an sawled pure heather
honey at shliliin' a pound an did
brave 'pon it. His father wern't O.
no account, though a GUIDE man. Fuzz-
cuttin was his job-fuzz-cuttin' in ALI
tumn time. .' ~
\ '1Then come the matter O. paintin'
that sign, an Master ApDlebird, who
could fling money bout like duke
when he'd mind to, which was bout
vance in a month 6 Sundays, gived
Billy the offer to paint u CERT picter
on wood, an frame it an hang it
aWyr the inn fance. I mind just what
Applebird said, for I was theer and
heard. I'll give e ten shillin' for the
job, if it is done as all folks can see
what's meant by un. Applebird done
it really cause he knawed John Com
er of the Red Heifer' Inn, Princeton,
had just got a fine sign drawed by
a Plymouth chap: an Applebird would
have soon gived III, business altogether
than let Conner best him anywhee".
$50 Bill Vogwell got his brushes an
paints an lies together an made a
square o boards, an done out the
huntsl1tan wi carpenter's@ pencil,
cOpyin' tie Saue from a butivul al
Manac what grocer to Tavistock had
gived away to's customers the winter
previous Maas,ter Applehird ordained
as the picter should he done in a tel
let outside the inn; an tceer Bill
worked day Ivy day until the thing WIS
done. An Polly Applebird watched
I'm DRAWN an paintin', which is wheer
the tale STARTS proper. She was a
maiden of sebenteen years old, so
brown as the moor in autumn, wi eyes
wheer you cude 'ardly see the pupils
separate from the blackness Of the
part which is brown and blue )r gray
in differ ent folks. Fer hair was jack
daw color if you knaws that Ted'n
zactly hlick, nor vet blue but betwix'
and between, WI a dancin' light as
gaws from wan to 'totner. Her lips
was as red as a ripe quarrendcr apple
an always just a thot open. You'd 4
swored she was French furriner or
some such thing; but S'tweern't. so at
all.
'''She an Bill got so thick as thieves
'hfore the picter was out , hand, an.
dawdlea that c'lnnin' and CRAFTY
awyer the paiutin' that twas the best
part Of a month fore he allowed the
thing was done. An peel fules, just
pleased wi the sign board, they must
think as he'd be mazin' pleased with
the painter, tn; an they kept comply
unbeknawst to I'm for a matter o.
three months or more. Then twas
that bent. crooked limb O. Satan. by
name Benjamin Yole, what spied theer
little game, an bro't the climax to the
courtin.' Yole hadn't no businesses of
his avn, being pensioned from the
clay works awin' to breakin' his legs
in an accident. But he crept about
Merivale wi his wicked ears 1iappin'
for every coorious thing that might
happen. He kI,aWed some harm bout
every man, wumman and cheel an
cat in tile. village, an hadn't no kind
word to say for anybody on Gods
airth but hisself. This heer Yole soon
spied how Polly Applebird and Bill
Vogwell would go out O. Merivale diff
fernt ways, as innocent as bees, an