The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1898-07-28

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-; I'm a-goin' 10 leave 'em. Tiny
q: yea an NELL start on into tn
'.orld an find place fer ourselves;
then the Saulsburys thet's ieftcan Agh'
II out with the Taylors that's left. an
welcome. Say you'll come, little girl
say you'll come!"
Surely, their hearts were beating IN
their ears, or they must have heart
that other heart sounding like triI
hammer, just few feet away.
Tiny looked up at Sim. then, with the
look a woman gives a man only once
In her life, and that when she. herself
goes with #: and then the tears slowly
welled into her eyes.
"Oh, Sim." she consented. "but vel
come back an bid EN- Goodbye"
"Yes," he replied, Strengthening him.
self to his six feet two. "yes. after the
weddin'!"
Hardly had the two parted-indeed
the shaking tassels of the corn yet be.
trayed the opposite path each had
taken-when the old man stepped
grimly into the clear strip, the stubbly
beard on his set, square jaw showing
2 sandy gray in the sun. A scant-skirt.
ed calico dress, and q slat sunbonnet
with a long, pointed nose and IN OBJ.
stinate chin appearing within II, glid.
ed from the stalks on the other side,
% II to- meet him. =.
When too late to retreat, they spied
each otber-old Tom Salisbury, and
the Widow Taylor.
"Hem," he said, grufly.
"M-m-m!" she said at the same mo.
ment, with little screech in her voice.
He took his slouch hot of, and
passed his rough hand over his head
from front to back.
Il never s'posed-I never thought"
che stammered.
mo. you never s'picioned was nigh;
nuther did I you--but l do s'picion,
now, you've ben about ycre long
enough to see what's goin' on between
my boy an your girl. give you my
word, Mis- Taylor, I never drumpt of
It before, an ! stumbled on It, to-day"
4 couldn't "a believed it Of my Tiny,
unless I'd foAered her a-purpose, an
seen It. ben wonderin', this long
time, what tuck her 80 often IN this d.
rect1on," the woman half sobbed.
Tom Salisbury came a. step nearer.
II heard how she spoke of her mother
nom, on hope you likewise heard
Jest how Sim mentioned me, fer In
the main, he done me jestice, au' him
self credit. Sims strong, hardwork-
In young man, on an improvement on
his father, should jedge. Should you,
nom, sayin' he wasn't q Salisbury,
now, feel comf'table thet your dotter
should hev him"
"Tmy's darlin' good girl. active an
willin' on, bein' hog an hominy bred,
always healthy an cheerful. Don't
seems ef she was old enough. an yet
-weal-rutherh I she shouldn't mar.
~ ct all, like Susan an Eliza-tIrrt
bic old maids, both of 'eml-why, yes!
But Saulsbury-oh!" Mrs. Taylor
protested pointedly.
The old mon shifted his weight to
the other foot. and gazed into the
clouds. "Mis' Taylor, we've ben en-.
gagged in upholdin' O principle nigh
onto 20 years, now, on don't know
but what we've about wore it out.
S:..l. ef there haiD't but rag left Of
80 old flag, I'm bound to grip the
1agstaff. an s'pose you're the same?"
ri haint changed none!" she re-
turned, vindictively.
But, bein' 80 we'll pleased with Sim
fer his goin' ahead as he durn please,
spite Of the parents on both sides;
also, seein' with my own eyes, which
10 3est goin' into specs on fine print
what Q modest an sensible girl you've
raised, an idee occurs to me, by which
we can git shet Of the whole thing in
. self-respectin' manner. Mis- Taylor,
do you still hold your patent from the
government, embracing this here strip
O. land 2" he inquired.
Tho slat bonnet nodded violently.
"And ruther n 60 TO law about II.
you will consent 10 leave It sorter
neutral strip as long as you live?"
Again the bonnet agitated.
'Well, stin hold my patent too,
clearly defnin' it as part Of my do
mains, plainly betrayin' the mistake In
surveyin' which our almighty COVER
ment hos made. I'll never go back of
my promise nuther. about leavin' it in
the material perarie while keep my
claim. Now, when in the course of ma
tur you become IN angel, would 1t be
proper to suppose--the old maids bein'
otherwise provided fer, as I've always
heard, an heaven, as l said, taliin'
care of the widder--to suppose thet
you'd leave your farm, here, In Ioway.
to your sole issue?"
"It would" Mrs. Taylor replied. won
deringly.
"My farm bein' ekally good an Pro-
ductive land. should. In like case, nu'
givin' fer once, employment to law
yer, leave 1t 10 the only child have In
the world, an thet's my Sim. Then, as
l understand 1t, these two farms, lynn