The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1901-09-19
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'CAN a dew anything moar for We,
Il Sally?" said Bob Heron, the
cowman, to his sister, as he finished
banging the mud and "muck" off the
mats against the clubhouse wall.
"Why, whatever ha' come to YEP"
said his sister. Dye want anything"'
For years Sally had taken upon her
self the unenviab BILE task of looking aft
er her old father and of "mothering"
her three younger brothers. Her eff
forts to keep them going in food and
clothes were wont to meet with more
unmerited abuse and foul language
than any return in the shape of atten-
ton, gratitude, or help. This she felt
the more as she was a woman with
ideas of refinement that were unusual
in the neighborhood of Frogs thorpe,
and took to heart the complaints of
her great loutish brothers that they
hadn't got moo mother" Bob's desire
to assist her in any way surprised her
"Narthen to sigerby," said Bob,
sheepishly. "Can't a dew narthen
moar?"
Sally hustled about ard deftly tidied
up the kitchen. Out of the corner of
her eyes she watched Bob hanging
round uncomfortable with an evident
Hish to ask something and a reluc-
lance TO make a start.
"Shall a such the bricks down for
YEP inquired Bob
"Come an do" said Sally. Tell us
what it's. Surely to goodness you amt
afeard."
"Will We prarmus not to put the grin
ontew me?" Bob asked.
"Why, what should I want to dc
that for?" said Sally, who was getting
'nquisitive, and knew the only way tC
extract information from her brother
was to evince no curiosity. But just
rs We like. can't keep muddlin' about
here all the mornin'."
81 want We to tell me what to saay,'
Bob gaSped out.
"Say? Say what? Whatever arc
you taikin' about? I don't know the
neanin' ont"
well! There's a gall" Bob began
nervously
"Ah! There's plenty o them" said
Sally, unconcernedly.
81 want We to tell me what to saay
in a letter." burst out Bob. 'Lor!
Sally! she's greet wench, She's big.
germ yew Har hairs that black,
'Tain't like yarn" (Sally was fair.)
She's big as me. An har eyes!-lor!
har eyes fare to goo right trew We
they be Sc shiny an Sc black"
"A love letter." said Sally. "No.
Bob; | don't know nothin' about love
amt goin' to mix up along o no love"
moo, moot" expostulated Bob.
"Tan't come to that yit. But | see
har brother t'other daay, an he axed
me to goo DOVER an see har, an | axeG
him if ! should write an tell har !
wuz a-comin', an he said as he'd find
out"
"D'ye want to walk out with her
then?" said Sally.
81 doan't knoo azackly as yit." Pol
answered. 'D'ye think she'd make a
good wife?"
"How can I tell?" asked Sally, with
some show of reason. "Do ! know
her?"
MOO" said Bob. "But she bain't
like yew. She's a strappin' wench, an
my mssus 'ull haze to wark to help c
arr the grub
"Do she wear a fall an gloves o.
asked Sally, slyly, reminiscent Of
fraternal remonstrances at her owr
occasional lapses into gentility.
THAT she doan't!" So Bob. "Shc
shan't weer moo fall rcr moo gloves"
you'll have to treat her different tc
what you do me-" said Sally, ''or she
won't put up wit"
"Pll trate her prarper." Bob prom
ised. "She shall hev all the grub she
can get down har, but she shan't haze
moo bare nor stout. They doan't dew
we a might o. good"
Bob was an adolescent valetudinar-
ian in his way, and was just then
strong on total abstinence.
II wouldn't write no letter." said
Sally; that's dangerous-she might
hev We up for breach o. promise"
Dye think soo?" said Bob, who in
all ceremonial matters was guided by
his sister.
THAT 'ould be best-to see her"
said Sally. How often hev We seed
her?"
Il doan't knoo much on har, an
tha'ss fack," admitted Bob. She's
in sarvice out at Chetbridge, an har
brother 8xed me If I'd like TO goo
oover."
well, that appears funny to me-"
unused Sally, keeping her counte-
ance, but chuckling inwardly. what
dye want to write for?"
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