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

SyB OOSs Al 81 DOS L u6N0E nOG0S en-.
They shorely gets plumb by me in the
night"
The old gentleman bad just thrown
down a daily paper, and even as he
spoke l read on the turned page the
glaring headline, Romance In Real
Life" His recent literature was the
evident cause of his reflections.
"Ot course" continued the old cat.
tleman, turning for comfort to his in
evitable pipe and inching his chair
and more into the shade of the porch
''of u r at sech epocks as some de-
graded sharp takes to dealin double in
a poker game, or the kyards begins to
come two at a clatter at faro bank, the
proceedin's frequent took on what you
all might call a hue of romance, an /
admits they was likely to get some
hectic myself. But, as I states, for
what one would brand as clean strain
romance l amt recallin none"
How about those love affairs of
your youth7" 1 ventured. They must
have existed"
(which 1 don't deny" replied the
old gentleman between puffs-"that
back when I'm a colt in Tennessee l
has my flower and scented days. But
1 don't we'd nothin, you notice. An
even while I'm ridin an ropin at these
yere young female persons whom 1 has
in my mind thar's never no romance
to it, onless it's in the fact that they
all escapes me, an l never do tie
down once.
Thar was one lady for whom I
aforetime yearns, which, if I'd done
played my hand plumb through, I
reckon now I might have reused out q
romance or somethin thrillin. I'd been
due to get up agin Jim Gales gun
shore. You sees this yere female weds
Jim, ar 1 will say he makes the most
restless an s'picious married mani ever
encounters.
But of purse 1 knows my range,
an / knows my brand, an as I makes a
spechulty ofpayin no attention to Jim's
wife after the nuptial his trail an mine
never does cross once.
But, speakin of love tangles, brings
to my memory a story which old San
Enright onfurls on to us, the same
shown that a woman's fancy is root
less an Unstable as a proposition.
"tAlways copper a female says
Cherokee Hall n day when Texas
| Thompson ia relatin how his wife NAL,
treats him an rings in a divorce on him
down at Laredo. Always play 'em to
lose. Nell, yere, now,' goes on Chero
kee as he runs his hand over the h'ar
OF Faro Nell, who's lookout for Chero-
kee, Nelly, yere, is the only one l ever
meets who car be depended on to come
winner every trip
(which female says old Sam En-
right, who's sottin thar at the time,
an partikIar young females, is a heap
frivolous nacheral. The sight Of a rain
bow will stampede most of 'em. For
myself, I'd shorely prefer to try an
hold a bunch of 500 ponies on a bad
night than ride herd on the trail Of n
lady. Between us alls, l morn half hgger
the fections of a female is migratory,
same as b~uffaloes used to be before
they was killed, an sorter goes north
IN the spring an south ag'in in the
winter
Gas for me- says Texas Thompson,
who's moody touchin them divorce
plays his wife is maxim down at Lare-
do, you can gamble / passes all fe-
males up. No matter how strong /
holds, it looks like on the show downs
they outlucks me every time. Where
fore l quits EN- cold, an any gent who
wants my chance with females can
shorely have the same
" On, I don't knoWI remarks Doc
Poets, sorter gettin in on what's a gen
eral play. I've been ali through the
herd, an 1 must say l deems women
easy people every time. They're a
heap finer folks than men an faith
fuller
(which I don't deny females is fine
folks says Texas, out what I'm al
lowin is they're ftful. They don't stay
none. You can both hobble an side
line 'em 1t night, and the first thing
that strikes you when you rolls out in
the mornin is they're gone.'
"'What do you all think, Nell, says
Doc Poets to Faro Nell, who's perched
up on her stool by Cherokee's shoulder,
what do you all think of Texas, yere,
a malignin OF your sex7 Why don't you
pint him to the example of Dave Tut