The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1898-02-16

xdIJU GtI1 UtUCI u OCJ 1CtI(tOCO OuG UttII
sli'ay hqpocSitc Bulgcr.
badinage with its younger and more
impressible members. Perhaps this
tended to mako these youths more OBJ
servant, for aefev days later, when the
vexed question Of Buyers business was
again under discussion, ono Of them re-
marked gloomily:
''I reckon there amt 40 doubt what
he's here for. -
The youthful prophet was Instantly
sat upon after the fashion of ell elderly
critics since Jobs. Nevertheless, after
pause he was permitted TO explain:
"only this aaornin when Lance
Forester and me were chirpin with
them gals ont Oh the hill who should
we see hangin around in the brush but
that ID Bulger! We allowed at
first that it might be only a new style
Of his interferin, so we took no notice
except to pass q few remarks about lis.
teners and that sort Of thing, and per-
haps to joke and bsdevil the girls lit
tie more tnan we'd hev done if we'd
been alone. Well, they laughed, and
we laughed-and that was the end Of
it. But this afternoon as Lance and me
were meanderin down by their cabin
we sorter turned into the woods to wait
till they'd cone out. Then all Of q, sud
den Lance stopped as rigid as a pointer
that's flushed somethin, and says,
'B'goshv And thar under & big red
wood sat that shiny hypocrite Bulger,
twistin his long mustache and s1nilin
like clockwork alongside Of little Nicely
Baker-you know her-the pootiest Of
the two sisters-and she snlilin back en-
him! Think of it! That unknown, un-
washed, long haired tramp and bully
who must be 10, if a day-and that in-
nocent gal Of 1G! It was simply disgust-
imp
aeed not say THAT the Older cynics
and critics already alluded to ct once
improved tho occasion! What more
could be expected? Women, the world
over, were noted for this sort Of thingi
This long haired, staggering bully,
with his air OF mystery, had captivatad
them as he always had since the days
of Homer. Simple merit. that sat lowly
in barrooGls, and conceived projects fo-
the pablo good around the humble. IN
ostentatious stove, was nowhere! IoGta
could not too soon learn this bitter les;
son! And in this case youth, eco, nc--
haps was right in its conjecture, for rl2is
was no doubt the little ganle(of the per-
fdioas Bulger! We recalled tie fac5
that his unhallowed appearance in cs:ilio
was almost coincident with the arrival
of the two families. We glanced at
Briggs-to our amazement, for the frs
time he locked seriously concerned.
But Mosby in the meantime leaned his
elbows lazily over the counter ard IL
slow voice. added fuel to the fame.
81 wouldn't hev spoke Of it before.
he said with a sidelong glance ct Briggs
for it might: be all in the line ct E;.
gers business, oUt so:neth.- happened
the othcr night that fora Ilinis got he.
I was pass:n tie Bakers sll;s;it5.: . ;ii:d |
heard ore Of tI1el:i s.,.iis ;,-siEsin g carp
mee:in h.;r::l con cll!..ii;:ie 70 l'aE
ag'iu you yo1ns iclieys i'll ;:2.5y s;.arl;in
or canoodl;n chats :...s::. on. bi.s s:er
voice sounded so pow ful sootilill and
pretty that Jest sttocd there and listen
ed. Then the old woH.an-old Mother
Baker-she joined in, and / listened
too. And then-durn my skin-hut IS
mans voice ioircd in-iest belchin