The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1899-02-09
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IIDbueL DIZZY lOCh- II o. SOcu .
goin' to tn city to look at his things"
u sees a dressin' you up" said Os
car, with a sneer at the new ribbons
the girls wore around their necks.
Janey sprang up Her face redden-
ed. In an instant sle had torn off the
ribbon and stamped her foot on it
That's how much | care for him an
his ribbons!' she cried
Don't fly quite off the handle. 3" said
Mr. Oscar. cOolly.
Poor Janey. She had hoped to
please her lover by her scorn of the
peddler's gift, but she was coming to
tde conclusion that he was hard man
to please. She was passionate young
animal, and she had thrown herself
into his arms with a readiness that
robbed herself of her graces. He liked
to sting and stroke her alternately,
and was about as Unsh tisfactory a
lover as Janey could have found On
the Cumberland. But she liked hun
saw with his eyes, thought with his
thoughts. Naturally she turned against
the peddler, and from this time set
herself to watch him.
That harmless young man, in the
meantime was doing what he could.
He wandered about the country, sell
ing such little things as the people
could buy, pumping" the Bley lock
boys, and making love to the Bleylock
girls. The pumping process was re
warded with about as much success
as would attend fishing for soul
through the eye of a skeleton. In the
love making there was more hope.
Janey was accessible to tiattery, and
encouraged him with little looks of
fire. But there was something in her
eyes he did not trust, and he was a
wary man, the peddler. Besides, she
slapped his face when he tried to kiss
her. But be soon grew to believe that
Eliza-simple, unsuspicious, serious
would be as clay in his hands.
Chance favored Miss Janey. She
was bathing, one warm day, in the
creek that ran out from the spring,
when she saw Eliza and the peddler
coming, like Jack and Jill, to fetch a
pail of water. Being naked, Janey
could not get away but size slid along
to a cool inlet oyerhung with tree
branches. and so hidden. waited for
them to do their errand. OF course
they stopped to talk.
That pink ribbon becomes youl
Ulack hair nightly" said the peddler
Eliza blusbed. We're just country
girls, you know. Mr.. Pond. We don'i
have many pretty things. Seems il
the boys don't have any money left
after buyin' the sugar an flour, an
molasses, an thing"
Meat, | s'spose." :" said the practice
peddler
No; We raise our own meat. Ps
has powerful lot O hogs
So.
But expect you don't take much in
terest in country life, Mr.. Pond?
v by my dear-and Mr.. Pond slipp
ed bis arm around Eliza-Td like the
best in the world to settle down in /
country just like this like this A fel
low gets tired trampin around. Bu
I'd want two things to make me happy
Eliza looked at him with a happy
confidence.
First, little wife at was gentle il
her ways, and a good, religious girl
an one with black hair to set off tn,
pink ribbons I'd bur for her, an
fleet foot an d red mouth.
Here Mr.. Pond came to a full stol
with a kiss.
And the other thing2 with brigh
blush.
The peddler grew practical again
Nv ell, it's nothin' more'n some wa
to make livin'. Now, say | married
sweet girl up the Cumberland and
made little crop. It's too far to gi
it to market ] might turn it int
whisky, but lately gov ment's turne'
meddler, an is a breakin' stills righ
an left through the country.
They do hide 'em sometimes. sal
Eliza, in a half whisper. so t blood
hound could hardly scent 'em. An
very good business it is, an the hog
live on the mash.
DO yen know of any such still.
| my little darlln
But she drew back a little. Eff l d
knog of any. she said, I've promise
not TO tell of 'em.
Not to the man as is goin' to b
your husband?
Not to him until he is my husband
And blushing, but resolute Eliza file
her pail and started for the house.
Under the water Janey clInched he
hands. Dick was right. she though
and | see his game. He's spy an
ELIAS fool.
She knew she had heard enough t
Justify her lover in bis suspicious
enough to put them all on their gusr'
4 passionate eXaltation fired her bloc
as she thought of the service ST
should render Dick Oscar, his prais
the reward of his rude kisses.
But. alas for Janev, SCmethin
had ruffied her sweetbe8rt's tempe
when they next met Before she coul
approach the subject of which she WI
full. singing words had passed b,
tween them.
Dick, SAID Janey, hoarsely, d'y
mean that you're goin' back from yot
word-that you amt a-goin' to marl
me?
Marry hell! said Mr.. Oscar, and
walked eff.
| | want to speak t you. said Jane
chat night to the peddler Can't yc
git up IN tn mornin' befo' tn folks
stirriu2
OF course. L can, when it's to meet
gal like you.
Privately he wondered at her pail
and lurid eyes.
: Morning came. As the stars we
! | drovsily getting out of the suns W
! | Janey aud the peddler met by t
, spring.
q You needn't lie to me,said sne, har:
r IL. I've found you ont. You're up
" Cumberland spyin' for wildcat still