The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-12-15

drew Jackson an Thomas Benton into
mournin' an then goes scuttiin' on through
the bushes like the grace of heaven through
a camp meetin'. AS for myself 1 lays thar;
an what between dog an bar an the fall
I gets. I'm as completely a thing Of the past
as ever finds refooge in that strip Of tim
Der. AS near as I makes out by feelin' Of
myself. I amt ft to make gourds out of.
OF course, she's q mistake on the part of
the dogs. IN plumb accident as far as the
bars concerned. but it shore crumples mo
up as entirely as If this yere outfit Of ana
miles plots the play for a month.
witt the last flicker OF my failin'
strength. I crawls to my old gents teepee
an Is took in. An you shore oughter have
heard the language Of that household when
they sees the full an awful extent them
dogs an that bal lays me waste. Which
I'm layed up eight weeks.
My old gent goes surgin' on in the
mornin' an rounds up old Aunt Tilly
Hawks to nurse me. Old Aunt Tilly lives
over on the Painted Post, an is plumb
learned in YARDS. sech as 1nJun turnips,
opydeldock. live-forever. skoke berry roots.
jinson an wildwood bark. An SO they
ropes UT lilly Hawks like I states
an tells her to ride herd on my wounds
an dislocations till further orders.
But I'm plumb weak an nervous an
can't stand Aunt Tilly none. She amt got
10 upper teeth like a COW. her face is
wrinkled like a burnt boot, an she dips
snuff. Moreover. she gives me the horrors
by alters singin' in a quaverin' way:
Hank from the tombs a doleful sound
Mine ears attend the cry.
Ye Twin men come view the ground
Where you shall shortly lie.
".Aun Tilly sounds a heap like q tea
kettle when she's renderin' this yere ma
drigal. an that. an the words. an all the
rest. makes me gloomy an detected. I'm
shore pinin' way onder these yere malign
infiooences. when my old gent notes I amt
recooperatin'; an so he guesses the cause.
an with that he gives Aunt Tilly a lay of.
an tells her to send along her niece Polly
to take her place.
Thar's an encourag.n' difference. Polly
Is big an strong like I states: but her eyes
IL like stars an she's as full OF sweetness
as q bee tree or a bar'1 Of m'lasses. So
Polly camps down by my couch OF pain an
begins dallyin' soothin'ly with my heated
brow. / begins recoverin' from them at
tacks Of bars an dogs instanter.
This yere Polly Hawks amt lone new
to me. I never cots her: but I meets her
frequent at barn raisin's an uilttn's. which
alters winds up In a dance; an in them
games an merriments sech as "bowfh' to
the wittiest, kneelin' to the prettiest. an
kissin' the one you loves the best" I more
than once Regards Polly as an ailoortn'
form of hooman~ hollyhock. an selects her.
But thar's no lush of burnin' love; nothfn'
more than them amiable formalities which
BELTS the occasion.
"'While this yere Polly is nursin' me.
however. she takes on a different hue a
whole lot. It looks like I begins to need
her permanent. an every time I sets my
eyes on her. I feels as soft as bars grease.
It's shorely love: that Polly Hawks Is as
sweet an luscious az a roast appleE
lis she for true so loveIyr asks Faro
Nell. who's been hangfn' onto Enrighss
words a heap breathless-
"-Of course, Nellie says Enright sort o
.pol'gstic: now that I'm ca;mss az M