The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1898-07-28
THE SETTLING OF
AN OLD DISPUTE.
By JULIA B. FOSTER.
Copyright, ispa

C EEMS TO me. Tiny. the folks
- might quit"
I've been thinkin' so, Sim, ever sence
waved thet tin pail at you acroas the
corn field. the first time"
'Thet was q great Joke O. yourn-
Lordy! ef the folks he'd ketched vel
III never forgit how the sun shined on
the bottom Of thet tin dipner-pail. a. 10
8ung up at me q sassy % wink.
Seems TO me twas kind O. sassy NV you,
anyhow, always a*tractin' me, either
with o dn bucket, or your eyes, or the
takin'est smile IN the world"
well, Sim, ef you would look, I
couldn't help IT," answered Tiny. and
then . soherness stole over her face.
II wopder, sometimes, ef you realize
what we've gone and done fev our
selvesT' shs sdded.
"Seeap' ! come of such dod-blamed,
obstinate stock, ! don't care. You an
me, Tiny. ID a-goin' TO git fined, some
time. ef II sant tell kingdom come. Ell
I'd a he'd the world o. girls to choose
from. I'd g taken you"
"And I yoe, Sim, dear"
Al this-ths vail young fellows arm
stole halfway round her waist, so
temptingly slender and so confidingly
near; but n an instant Tiny rehuked
him, by stlently putting her ha.d +"
HE. "Dont spon it oil. Sim" -. 81
simply. X love to come on, here q
meet you. and you know II, bu: .ss
can't ef you don't behave"
Neither Of them saw old man Sanls-
bury, between the cornstalks, grin, and
slap his leg noiselessly. at this rebuff,
and. somewhat aggrieved, Sim with
drew his arm at q safe distance. 1t
WAS wonderful, then. TO see little Tiny
Taylor Auttering about like humming
bird. coaxine the great fellow back TO
good hnmor.
The two stood on implanted ground
an odd strip obou, 100 yards wide,
running both wNyg rs FAR rs the eye
could reach. whi.t ON the other side,
the ranks of corn toed the line, SEEM
ingly afraid to encroach one inch be-
yond their mark. It was deep, fertile
prairie lond, covered now with the
characteristics coarse grass and gum
weed, but as capable OF good yield un-
der cultivation as the fields on either
hand.
Tiny" said Sim, as II celebrating.
you an mes Of age"
The girl quhered little, but she
looked at him resolutely.
"An' there amt no reason why we
should stay right here all our lives.
I'm q strappin' feller, an though hate
i to leave 1owuy, reckon there's other
states wheye man could work fer--fer
himself an wife,"
"Oh, Sim; you never mean fer us to
run away? Why, 'twoud kill nav, an
Aunt Susan. an Aunt Eliza!" gasped
Tiny.
'Twouldnt kill EN-" be responded.
Think O. me, dapgiin' on string nigh
onto two year already; It's wonder
II amt killed me. that's what! There
amt no better way, honey, but fer us
jest to go before the preacher, an when
we're man an wife. both our folllses
can kick all they're mind to. There's
no use in waitin', neither. isthere. Tiny?
Paw'll never forgive your NAV, nor she
him. You an mes a-tremBlin', here.
on the ragged edge O. diskivery every
minute, an tell you I won't stand it
a great while more. There, there, Tiny!
Iain't meanin to be cross, but ef you've
got women folks to leave, I've got men
folks. There's father; he's the orniri.
est, obs,inntest old man you ever see,
an I know IT., an it's Jest him 70 see
pretty little dotter right within reach,
an him TO refuse her. becnusc i.'s you.
Why. I've seen him refuse cherries jest
because he wouldn't eat 'em. It's
comfort 10 feel that ef you're marryin'
INTO such mn obstinate family. you're
marryin' onien one about MS bad. All
the sane. I'd hate to leave paw. an
Cncle SIN, an old John. thet's ben our
hired man, an fed hogs with us. scuce
before was born"
Between the two there was q. pause,
and the nnn with the silent lauEh on