Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1899-06-01

nun.
Nance was speaking about yer all
factory nerves" put in Gran, land said
as how you'd got none. 'Spose Nance's
head is full O. rubbish? She picks it out
O. they books as you brings along"
81 knows every word read" Nance
retorted, sharply.
'Well, amt you got dick-shunary ?"
Bill queried, anxious to settle matt rs
and proceed to cards.
"Of counsel" cried Nance, stepping on
Il stool and searching on the top shelf
Of the cupboard, land here 1t be-"
Hurry up, Gran Vardon!" cried Bill,
reaching across the table for the pack
of cards. lets make a start while
Nance spots that funny word. eh?"
NO" grumbled Gran, let's find
whether or no you've got them sorter
nerves-lct's find that out, fust."
So Bill cuddled his knees while Nance
sought for the mystifying word.
"O-l-fac-tory!" she exclaimed, event
ualy, looking round with an air of tri-
umph, heres just what it means-'per-
tanning to the scence of SMELL"
SMELL" Gran CALCULATED, that's got
TODD with the nose, sure enough. Sakes,
Bill, 1t amt true when SCI to Nance
as you amt got no smell. Snkes alive,
Dad seq as your nose is nigh enough the
size Of spade. My eyes, you've got
some O they all-factory nerves. sure
enough"
Didn't think as he had?" queried
Nance, maliciously rejoiced to find Gran
WAS in the wrong-"who can help see
in as Bill has nose? We all guess he's
got one"
Poor Nance was in reality speaking
in stout defense of her supposed over,
so she crushed her cherry-colored apron
between her trembling fingers when
Bill rose to his feet and used even worse
language than she had wondered at
when presented in fiction.
His conduct was quite unexpected.
Her hero in the flesh was possessed Of
stronger feelings than she had ever
given him credit for.
MY nose was born with mel" he
yelled, land it don't belong to none ex-
cept me. Folks as can't put up wi my
nose don't want my comply. 1t amt
o drinkin' nose, like Dad's-nor q
snubby little affair, like yours, Nance
nor 4 dried-up old twig. like Grams
I'm Off"
~ SEE nothin' spiteful as to yer nose,"
said Gran. starting up from the stove
side. II did say it amt machine-made
and don't the shape O it bear us out"
1t amt" she protested, vigorously.
Articles what is turned out by fac
tories comes in scores, like to each 9th
er as two peas in pod-but yours, true
enough, is the only one of It's sort as
I've clapped my eyes on In my life"
Bill turned aside his head to hide the
inuch-abused organ, and declared in
gutteral voice that a "deuced" long
time would pass before he ever favored
Doughboys' hollow with visit. Nance
followed him out Of the hut.
BILL" she pleaded, II amt clever, but
Id give all I've got to smooth it overE'
ut don't want smoothing-it's fat
enough, as anyone can see with half an
eye. I thought as you'd got heart as
warm as your red hair!"
Nance was proof against ofrense,
though her heart thumped furiously;
for Bill had never before mentioned the
hue Of her hair.
"See here, Bill" she entreated, draw.
ing him down beside her on the log
where Gran had partaken of onions in
the earlier part of the evening, Its like
this, if you'll listen. Mebbe it's all my
fault. Gran was eatin' OF ror onions to-
day as If they was apples and told her
she'd oughter be shot, dom Of it when
company was comm. Then l read in
my book as you brought me that Lady
Clarissa got into trouble for crossing
over cattleyard just afore Sir Feveril
her lovyer, you know, Bill-come
along with his 'all-factory nerves. So,
you see, as l thought your nerves I'D be
upset by the smell of onions. But, you
look here, Bill!-if you pinches your
nose with two fingers you can't smell
nothin'-can yer?"
He shook his head in sheepish and
unwilling manner.
49," continued Nance, II guess all
factory nerves don't signify the nose,
arter all. You amt got none, or you'd
have smelled they onions, and mighty
strong. Don't worrit no more about it,"
Bills nose, however, was the sorest
point in existence to him, and for quite
long time he rejected all Nance's eff
forts at Cancellation, till she began to
fear that he wouldn't axe her that
night or any other.
what is nerves, anyway he quer-
led, blankly, when Nance's powers OF
entreaty were quite exhausted.
They're things what you feel with
and can't see," she explained, with Won
derful confidence. u could have told
you that afore, only wouldn't-not
afore Gran"
"Tell us more" he insisted.
"Well," she ran on, with venture
some draft on her imagination, folk as
be in love with each other, they've got
nerves-cause when you're away l
wishes you wasn't. oilers feel you're
a-thinkin' of me, though can't see
you"
Bill scratched his head and then
laughed little. The news was pleas
ant, he being q backward lover, through
lack of clever words in which to convey
his passion.
II got 'em, tool" he almost whis-
pered, in spite O Gran sayin' as
hain't."