The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-02-19

ing, The luck some men are born tor
There comes Willoughbyr' said Ma
| jor Dade. L see his running mate.
Amos Tandy, is along, too. Wonder if
the old man, old Duke Willoughby,
pays Pandy to run around with this
boy of hisr'
Suppose you ask him. Red Mary
said, with a smile of innocent malice,
L can tell you, though, so can Mary
Spec, that the two are pair-and go
all the gaits.'
a good looking pair, confound
! themi" Major Dade said, as Red Mary
ran TO make them welcome. She held
out a hand to each, and smiled uD in
Tandy's face. In spite of herself, her
eyes fell before WillOughby's. She felt
rather than saw that his glance passed
over her in search of Mary Spec, who
had slipped out of sight among the
shrubbery While her hand was still
in Willoughby's. Red Mary caught the
sound of slow wheels.
The buggy was big and low swung,
but spick and span, An oldish woman
drove it, a fat woman with mild blue
eyes and a. happy, vacuous face. She
had on a white frock, book muslin,
short enough to show her feet in Slip
pers that her pudginess overfiowed. Her
hat, which sat awry, was a wonderful
concoction of lace and pink ribbons.
with pinker roses nOdding jauntily
above ii. In defiance of its youthful
gayety, there was black band about
her neck. clasped under the chine with
a funereai miniature. She had black
gloves, too, old-f6shioned lace mitts,
not on her hands, but pushed back
around her plump wrists.
Look out, major! Sister L.isenbee
has got on all her warpaint," Uncle
Bob said in the majors ear-then
sight for sore eyes. HOwdyl HoWdyi
Bless my soul, All these chits of girls
Will have to git out O. your wayr
'Lawsey, Br'er Nayner How you do
talk, Like I was god set outr' Sister
Lisenbee said, waddling through the
gate; but what if l air set out? Scrip
cher says. don't it, that man was made
ter mourn? But men amt women, and
the good Lord knows, I've been a
mournin' poor old Lisehbe bettern ten
year. 1 come ter the moonlight.
though, jest for nothing but ter hurt
Sist' Lucy Mayners feelings. / didn't
have no ide-eear of seeing the major.
l am mighty glad, though, / have saw
him. He makes himself the skacest at
our house ever sence he PROMISED me
one er his fine pegs -
All, major. 1 always thought you
were a gay deceiVeri" Amos Tandy
Mrs. Lisenbee, I'm a. lawyer but have
never had a case. Won't you give me-
one? l see a first-class breach of prom
Use suit right ahead"
Major Dade grew scarlet. Anger al
ways set him stammering. He tried
hard to say something, something cool
and whitening, but not a word was in
telligible. Sister Lisenbee ambled up to I
him and caught his arm.
Il believe in my heart you're struck |
with the shakin' agur," she said. II |
lambs tail. All You got to do is ter .
take and swaller nine whole grains er /
black pepper, and then hold yet' breath !
while YOU say over your name and age
1t is the best thing. 1t |
,yored poor ole Lisenhee, and the fust |
year we lived down in the Purchase he
shuk so they used ter hear him over
At the neighbors."
WilloUghby had found Mary Spec and
vas talking eagerly to her. Amos beck
)ned them to him. As they came up he
said, with a flourish: AN honor, like a
pleasure, is doubled by sharing it with
friends. Let me present you to a lady
whom it is an honor to know-AIrs. Lis
,nbee, the mother of eX-Sheriff Sci
Iy'-
Next Congressman Selby fits bet
er," Uncle Bob interrupted Major
)ade swore silently. and said in his
mind: "Of all the lOw-down tricks. Try
ng 10 make Be-t's sweetheart believe
lie is blood kin to that blessed old ele-
,hant"
Mary Spec took Mrs. Lisenbee's fat
land between both her own and said,
PRESSING it gently: u am 80 glad to see
-ou, Mrs. Eisenbee. Some one has been Il
cling me about Nanny ever since 1
anne"
And I been a-wanting to see you the
cry wust way. Miss Mary Spec" Mrs.
4isenbee said earnestly. Il been airy |
ng to do it, too. ever sence 1 seen how
ny boy Jest couldn't eat no sort e. Wit
les when he come home frum seeing
gu. That's the very shorest sign o.
eep love. Why it wus emily at the lasta
arbecue I felt jest as hearty intel / !
cen the major go on the stump Then I
ses to Sis Sarah Jane Beasley, Sarah