The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1900-11-21
won't IL, eh?"

tne gal mlgnly, Dut, On, my iONc' my
burnin', heatin' all-devourin' love is
fer you my sweet-all fer you.
wal, l turned terward him, an ht
read my honest, innocent eyes. Sal
Patton shouldn't have the dear little
man. His hunt fer a gal to love him
for himself alone, an not fer his name
and wealth should be rewarded.
Wal, we spliced the very next day.
Comm home from Parson Smoats
whar the knot was tied, we met Sa'
Patton. l sent a proud smile at her
an she busted out in er giggle. an jist
kept 1t up till we rode out o hearin'
l couldn't understand it then, but dc
now. stranger.
That night he told me the story the
! stranger had. | tole him l was almost
sorry he was great an wealthy.
feared would be away out of place as
a grand lady. He said, No, my little
pet, you would adorn the palace of eI
emperor!'
THE next day he proposed that VIC
go back to his wealthy home in Ten
nessee consented, of course, an he
commenced contractin' the sale of al
my stuff for ready money He went
to town and contracted my terbackei
at good figger."
Here the poor woman brought the
apron to her eyes again, and held II
there for more than minute.
Yesterday AFTERNOON, / started out
to hunt one of the cows that had laic
out fer night or so. / wandered ovel
the hillside, down to the road, but
couldn't find her. About a mil,
above here, when, lookin' through
a hole in the brush. l caugh
laughin' an tallxin' under a tree jis
across the road from whar / stood.
don know why, but strange suspicious
come up in me when l seed 'em ther
an I crept down through the thicl
bresh, jist as easy till | got whar
cud see 'em plain, an hear every worj
they spoke. The stranger was the mar
an give my man sich fine pedergree
They was comparin' notes an maxim
other plans.
I will have all her stuff converted
into ready money in ten days. sed my
men-thet thing-'then I'll make an
excuse to git off vath it, an jine you
where you say
1.-The gal I've got haltered.' said the
other, is er high-toned sort of gal
She's got lots of stuff. A monied mar
don't catch her. Big family is what
she's arter. Make me a grandson Of
Robert e. Lee and the favorite nephew
of Stonewall Jackson when you stoI
to boost me up. That will clinch her
That will spill $4,000 In our pockets
the best pile since l got you married
to that Georgia widder as the son II
disguise Of Lord Lansdowne.'
We'll. sir. stranger, that kind O
talk went on till 1t was plain as A. B
Abs the bizness they follered.
never hearn Of no sich er perfessior
before. They worked tergether II
foolin' orphan gals an widders with
cash. One would go ahead an sparl
gal, the other would foller on In {
few weeks an make the first out to b,
sich mighty man in wealth or sta
tion as would make the woman feal
he mout die suddin. afore she cud gi
haltered to him! 1t was all / cud dt
to keep from KILN 'em both. hat
pistol, an jist had to worry, IL
prayer, that the Lord would make tn,
cup of murder pass. Hit passed. an
sed nothin' till this morning, and yol
hearn enough then.
"All ! want is that you will not e
off an tell that I'm cruel-heartet
woman. An l know you cant think
done much wrong arter all I've tole ye
Wasn't 1t enough to rile me, stranger
Wal, arter be thankful any how. M,
property amt sold, thank God! an
I've learned sumthin'. No more wealth
an greatness in disguise for me! OF,
Widderwer Jim Stacy will do. He
got good farm, lots of stock. an
big. lovin', honest heart. eff he doe
wear No. 13's on his kidney feet"