Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-06-24
HE WAS READY TO POP.
But the Playful Heifer Interfered and
Blocked His Little Game.

BLOCKED HIS Little Game.
1t was down IN the heart of Florida,
where redbugs and razorbacks abound,
and the 'er-out- ouf" of tho alligator came
unsteady from the dismal branch" in
the Silly nighttime. That same branch
was the usual meeting place of these two
lovers, who lived in the nineteenth CEN
tury, but who, for simplicity and igno-
rance, might more appropriately have be-
longed to the fifteenth.
She was buxom lass of II, weighing
nearly 200 pounds. Her color was not
rosy, being more of the color of the olayey
soil of the county in which she lived. The
brown eyes were small and resembled
nothing more than her father razorbacks.
She "batted" them continually and, to
add to her general charm, she wore upon
her forehead a wisp of hair by courtesy
called curl. She reveled in the name OF
Susannah. Her lover was the ordinary
lanky, verdant, cracker type, timid, but
good hearted withal.
1t was sunset, and she was returning
through the long meadow lot from milk
ing, singing a plaintive negro melody
which, ever since her babyhood she had
heard on the lips of the old NANNY who
scornfully designated Suse and her rela-
tions as ''po white trash.
There was cracking behind Suse, and
her 'stiddy comp'ny" came beside her.
"Gwine homer" he asked bashfully.
"Wha'd yo' think wuz gwino wild all
this milk-out fur walk?' scornfully.
Say Suse, does yo' ever think o. me
wen yo'r sitting thar a-milkin O. tibet
thar heifer?'
'Now, what'd l DO a-thinkin on yo'
fur?' in sarcastic manner. "Is yo' so
purity tibet gals heart s gwine rifle arter
yoY" she retorted "Yo' must be gone
clean daftP'
George Washington Sawgrass, common
ly called Bones, or Wash, retreated, blush
ing to the roots of his hair at the sharp
cut.
"Now, say, Suse," he drawled pleading
~ "don't go en- do thet!"
'Do w'ot!"
IA pesterin O. me thet away. Yo'
know love yo' lax pickanniny loves
cane"
''Yo' g'long!"
"Sho', en- do. They amt no gal In
the county kin hold "a later to you.
'Why don yo' do sum'in to show tibet
20 dotes on me, then? Is yo' skeared?'
"Wot yo wants me ter do."
Pop" she said in whisper to herself,
'yo' does everything but tibet, and ain It
gwine ter come down tell yo' says hitch. F."
Then aloud she said: "Ef yos ez brave ez
yo' mells out ter be- jes' ketch thet thar
razahback wot outen's all daddys taters
ez fas' ez he kin plant. Thar amt nobud-
dy dars tech tibet air hawg'
Bones began to trembe He feared that
particular hog as darky fears the phos-
phate mines. 1T had never entered his
mind that the one thing that stood in his
way to the affections of his idol was that
he would not pop"
Before he could answer she turned again
to him.
Say, Wash, why amt yo' lax thet thar
twig?"
"Give hit up"
cause tibet pops wen hits teched. ("
And she giggled and put one hand over her
face.
ause-hit-pops-w' en- But he
could get no farther. His dull brain re-
fused to see the point she intended
After he had left the girl he shuffled
along toward home, his head bent, SEEM
ingly in brown study.
Cause = hit - pops ven - hit S
techedl'' he repeated over and over again.
Il clare | kaynt see the p'intn'
He sat down by the branch, whose wa
tiers were dull with the tannin from the
palmetto roots and as sluggish as it's saul
rian denizens.
aloJ i-
kersl Yes, l do, too by gollyn' He jumped
up and struck his heels together and pro-
ceeded to execute IA breakdown.
Gee, but tibet thar gals sma't! And
I'm teched-teche with the sugary finger
O. love-(thet's purity fine. I'll hev to say
tibet ter Suse)-and, by Gemini, I'll pop!"
He put for home on the double quick.
Once there, he began to brush himself up,
combed his unruly hair, that persisted in
standing straight in the air, and putting
on blazing yellow necktie, the only one
he possessed, went out to his supper OF
grits and bacon.
Say, mawl Pm gwine ter pop!"
Now, fc' de Lawd'
"Yaas, I'm gwine ter pop, and purity
soon Suse and NELL git hitched.
He went down to tho branch, where he
was pretty sure of finding Suse. After q
few minutes of waiting Suse came along.
Lets go inter tho meadow lot he
suggested preferring to be out in the
open, where he could "cut and run" after
popping if he so desired.
Suse, he said, putting an arm around
her waist, 'thet's "a mighty pert thing yo'
said bout the twig."
She deigned no reply.
Now I've been teched fur long time
-teohed by-by-by-(d erned Of / amt
done got)"-under his breath.
"I've been teched by--by-by--oh,
Lawd, some kin of a finger, but, anyway,
Suse, loves yo' morn tibet thar heifer
loves grass, Observation-Disclosures
tour
Whir, whizz, bang 1t seemed as If a
young cyclone had been turned loose in the
lot and was tearing things up generally.
Suse stood petritied with establishment
and chagrin, and Bones, oh, where was her
There was a groan from the depths of
the sawgrass, and Bones drew himself up
painfully, just in time to see that heller
making off across the lot, heels and tail
high in the air.
A plaintive voice struck out upon the
quiet air.
EN- he wuz jes' gwine ter pop! Thets
the third time tibet thar heifer hez los fur
me. Blamed Of don't believe II hev ter
wait tell she's dried beef fore I'll ever git
hitched"
And she went away, knowing only too
we'll that all desire to pop had been for
ever eradioated from Bones heart by the
delusive playfulness of that heifer. Chi
cago Times Herald.
Not Good Time.
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