The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1897-01-05

vlduous none. It's a heap probable, if
h truth is known, that she amt
amin nothin at TeXas-she only
changes her mind.
"ENow, alb out the earliest thing I re,
MEMBERS goes on Enright, lis concern.
IN a woman who changes her mind.
This yere incident is about the first
chicken on the roost of my recollec,
tions.
Its years an years ago, when I'm a
yearlin. Our company is maxim a
round up at a camp called Pine Knot,
in Tennessee, organizin to embark in
the Mexican war a whole lot an thin
out the greasers.
mo one ever does know why I, per
sonal, declares, myself in on this yere
embroglio. I ain't bigger'n a charge
of powder at the time, an am that
limited as to statoo I has to climb on
to a log to get on my pony.
But, as I'm tellip, we all comes to-
gether at Pine Knot to make the start.
l reckon now thar's 500 people thar, as
the occasion an the interest the public
took in the business jest combs the re-
gion of folks for miles around.
''Thar's a heap of handshakin an
well wishin goin on Mothers and sis
ters an sweethearts is kissin US good
by, an while thar's some hilarity thar's
more sobs. It's after all, as looks
BACKYARD, rather a damp than a gay
affair.
while all this yere love an tears is
flowing tar's e gent-he's our captain
who's settin off alone in his saddle
an amt takin no hand. Thar's no
sweetheart, nc mother, no sister, for
him.
mo n about Pine Knot knows
this party much, more'n his name is
Bent that he's captain, with the gov
errors commission, an comes from
way off yander some'ers. An so he
sets thar, grim an solid in his sad
die, lookin vaguelike off at where the
trees meets the sky, while the rest of
us is goin about permiscus inishin up
our kissin.
"Hain't he got no sweetheart to wish
goodby to him9" asks a girl of me.
Amt thar no one to kiss him for good
luck as he rides awsyG'
This yere maiden's name is San
ders at it's a shore fact she's the pref
test young female whoever makes a
moccasin track in west Tennessee. I'd
a killed my pony an gone q foot to
bring such a look of soft concern in her
eyes as shines thar %oninvited for this
yere lonesome gent. l looks ove where
he's silent an solitary On his boss.
MOL replies, ''he's an orphan, 1
reckon. He's plumb abandoned that
away, an thar's nobody yere to kiss
him or shake his hand"
This yere pretty Sanders gir1-an
Pm pausin again to state thar's nothin
of the long horn about her, pure corn
fed she was-This Sanders beauty I'm
sayin looks at this party by himself for
a moment, and then the big tears be.
gin to take ~p'session of her blue eyes.
Next she bushes like a flower an walks
over to this lone gent,
mister Captain" she says, raisin
her face to him like a rose, I'm shore
sorry you amt got no sweetheart to
say goodby, an because you're lone
some that away I'll kiss you an say
adios myself"
will you, my little lady9" says the
lonesome gent as he swings from his
saddle to the ground by her side, an
thar's sunshine in his eyes in a mo
ment.
III think of you every day that"
he whispers when he kisses her, IAN
if / come back when the wars done I'll
look for you sure.'
1.-The little Sanders girl-she was
shorely az handsome al a pinto pony
bushes a heap vivid at what she's
done, but looks warm and tender.
Everybody lookin' on, while the play
is some unusual an out of line, agrees
it,s all right, bein' that we all was goin'
to a war.
CHOW yere,' goes on Enright, at the
same time CALM for Ticker all around,
is what you all will agree is q mighty
romantic deal that away. Yere's a
love affair gets launched
"'Does this lone hand gent who gets
kissed by the Sanders lady outlive the
wars asks Texas Thompson, who has
braced up and gets mighty vivacious
listening to the story.
(Which he shorely outlives that
conflict, replies Elright, AN you can