The Houma courier. (Houma, La.) 1878-1939, 1896-10-17

thousand wonders to me that some Peo-
pie don't stafve to DEATH Aunt Nancy
went on. after scratchin q match on the
seat Of her chair and strikin a fresh
light. Il have been lookin and listenin
all the summer to hear some starvation
news from Mister and Misses William
Lumkins. You recollect William Lum-
kins, Rufus2 Well. he married Sarah
Ann Singleton somethin better than
three year ago. Now for common ]
don't go around meddlin and mixin
myself up with every little love mess
and weddin match in the settlement,
but thai was one weddin match which
tried my level best to pust up and break
off. had knew the Lumkinses and The
Singletons all my life, and l knowed
well and good that William and Sarah
Ann didn't have no business hookin
themselves up together in the double
harness for life. For why? Well, they
was both jest naturally too good to go
and get married. She was too good for
him, and he was likewise also too good
for her. She was too good to do any
thing in particular but wenr white
dresses and pick flowers and read book
novels and look soft and sweet andlove-
sick, as it were, whilst as for William,
he was born too good. He was a good
baby, and then a good boy, and as he
growed older and bigger he got better.
and better till, when he come up to be q
man, bless gracious, he was SC everlast-
in good till he vas good for nothin'.
when William took to comm up
reglar end frequent at the Singleton
place, and it looked out that q weddin
match mought soon come to pass in
the settlement, 1 picked my chances
and tried to talk him out of it. But then
when he went on to tell me that Sarah
Ann was the apple of his heart and an
angel on the earth 1 blowed off the dogs
and quit the drive, though not till
after I had give out my plain private
opinions in the case without bein mealy
mouth with him.
"'You are grown o and call yourself
a man, William, and if you are bound to
marry jest pitch in and go it,
boots says I. But remember what
your Aunt Nancy told you, William.
1 know a few things concerniu this
world and the people that live in it, and
after you git married you will mighty
soc find out that your angel must eat
victuals and wear clothes. More than
that, William, some of these angels
particlar them that live in the flesh and
wear dresses instid of wings-they
have babies sometimes,an INT as the family
grows the store account will grow with
it. You are poor and she is poor, and
about the next thing anybody knows
you will have to go to the field, whilst
your angel goes to the cook pot and
then to the wash tub. Love is a good
thing no doubts in it's place, and every
body ought to be as good as they know
how, but with poor folks and a GROWN
family it takes and a whole passle of
'cm to run expenses and make both ends
meet. I can see now the way your head
is sot, William, but in the main time I
am bound to tell you the truth as my
old eyes see it. VRhen a poor man takes
a notion to git married he don'tneed no
angel for a wife. He needs a rale
smart, %stirrin, peart-motioned, healthy
woman-that's what he needs. 1t win
be time enough for you to mate your
self off with an angel when you reach
that other and better country, where
they don't have to eat victulas and
wear clothes and work