The Wilmington daily Republican., 1901-08-03
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Can I dew anything moar for ye,
Sally1" said Bob Heron, the cowman,
to his sister as he finished banging the
mud and "muck" off the mats against
the outhouse wall.
"Why. whatever ha come to yep
said his sister. 'Dye want anythilg|'
For years Sally had taken upon her
self the unenviable task Of looking aft.
er her old father and Of "mothering'
her three younger brothers Her ef-
forts to keep them going In feod and
clothes were wont to meet with more
unmcrlted abuse and foul language
than any return In the shape Of atten.
ton, gratitude or help. This she felt
the more as she was woman with
ideas of refinement that were unusual
in the neighborhood of TrOgsthorpe
and took to heart the complaints Of her
great loutlsh brothers that "they
hadn't got moo mother" Bob's desire
to assist her in any way surprised her.
"Narthen to sigerry," said Bob sheep
ishly. Cant dew narthen moar?"
Sally hustled about and deftly tidied
up the kitchen. Out of the corner of
her eyes she watched Bob hanging
around uncomfortably with an evident
wish to ask,something and reluctance
to make q start.
"Shall l sluch the bricks down for
ye?" inquired Bob.
Come an do" said Sally. "Tell us
what It's. Surely to goodness ye ain t
afeurd."
"Nill ye prarmus not to put the grin
on tew mc?' Bob asked.
"Why, what should want to do that
for?" said Sally, who was getting In
luisitlve and knew the only way to eZ-
tract Information from her brother was
to evincc DO curiosity. "Rut Just as yc
like cant keep muddlin about here
all the mornln.'
81 want ye to tell me what to say, u
Bob gasped out.
"Say, Say what? Whatever nre &c
talkln about? don't know the meaniD
ont"
"Wcll! There's n galr Bob began
ncrvously.
"Ah! There's plenty o them" said
Sally. unconcernedly
81 want We to tell me what to saay In
letter." burst out Bob. "Lor', Sally,
she's a greet wench; She's blgger'n yew.
lIar hairs that black! 'Taln't like
yarn" (Sally was fair.) "She's big as
me. An har eyesl Lor', har eyes faro to
goo right trew ye they be Sc shiny an
Sc black"
"a love letterT said Sally. mo, Bob
don't know nothin about love.
nin't goin to mix up along O no love"
"Noo. noov' expostulated Bob
"Tain't come to that yit. But see har
brother t'other daay, an he axed me to
goo oovcr ah see har, an l axed him II
l should write an tell har wuz aeon
In, an lie said as he'd find out"
"D'ye want to walk out with her,
thcn2' said Sally.
~ doan't knoo azackly as yit," Bob
answered. "D'ye think she'd make q
good wife?"
"IIow can l tellT' asked Sally, with
some show of reason. "Do l know
hcrT
MOO" said Bob. "But she bain't like
yew She's strappin wcnch, an my
missus 'ull hev to wark to help to 'arn
the grub"
"Do she wear fall an gloves" ask
ed Sally slyly, reminiscent Of fraternal
remonstrances at her own occasional
lapscs into gentillty.
"That she doan'!" said Bob. "She
shant wear moo fall nor moo gloves"
"Ycll have to treat her different to
what you do me-" said Sally, "or she
won't put UP wit"
"l'll trate her prarper," Bob prom
ised. "She shall hev all the grub she
can get down har, but she shan't hev
moo bare nor stout. They doant dew
ye might O good"
Bob was an adolescent valetudina.
rian In his way and was just then
strong on total abstinence.
81 wouldn't write no letter." said
Sally. "That's dangerous. She might
hcv ye up for breach O promise"
"D'ye think sooT' said Bob, who In
all ceremonial matters was guided by
his sister.
"That 'ould be best-to see her." said
Sally. How often hev ye seed her?"
Il doan't knoo much on har, an tha'ss
n fack." admitted Bob. "She's in sarv.
Ice out at Chetbrdgc, an har brother
axed me If I'd like to goo oover."
"Well. that appears funny to me-
nused Sally, keeping her countenancc,
but chuckling inwardly. "What dye
want to write for7'
"Tm a-gooin to dew the thing prarp.
err" Bob explained. mot saam's az
yew an var chap what never came ia
narthen. want to hev prnrper on.
ncrstandin afoor gifts engaged. an l
hain't got moo mother, wuss luck. an
thote as yew'd help me-"
rye get your onnerstandin talkin.''
advised Sally. "That fare strange ia
me she should set her brother on ia
ye like that"
"D'ye think soo?" said Bob nervously.
"Hev ye ever kissed her" asked Sal
ly slyly.
'Blaame 1t. moo" Bob roared. But