The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1901-08-27
With q View
to MatrimOny.

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Can dew anything moar for ye
Sally7" 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 YER
said his sister. Dye want anythingT
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 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-
tion: Kgratitude or help. This she felt
| the more as she was a woman with
ideas of refinement that were unusual
in the neighborhood Of Frogsthorpe
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 sigerfy," said Bob sheep
ishly. Cant dew narthen moarY
Sally hustled about and deity 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 start
"Shall sluch the bricks down for
yer inquired Bob.
Come an do" said Sally. "Ten us
what it's. Surely to goodness ye amt
afeard."
"Will ye prarmus not to put the grin
on tew meT Bob asked.
"Why, what should want to do that
forT' said Sally, who was getting in
qnisitive and knew the only way to ex-
tract information from her brother was
to eyince no curiosity. But just as ye
like. / can't keep muddlin about here
all the mornin."
II want We to tell me what to say"
Bob gasped out.
"Say? Say what7 Whatever are ye
talkin about? don't know the meanin
ont"
"Well! There's a galp' Bob began
nervously.
"Ahi There's plenty O. them." said
Sally, unconcernedly.
II want We to tell me what to saay in
q letter." burst out Bob. "Lor, Sally,
she's greet wench; She's bigger'n yew.
Har hairs that black 'Tain't like
yarn" (Sally was fair) "She's big as
me. An har eyesl Lor. har eyes fare to
goo right trew We they be Sc shiny an
Sc black"
"a love letterT' said Sally. "No. Bob,
l don't know nothin about love. /
amt goin to mix up along O no love-"
"Noo, nool" expostulated Bob.
"'Tain't come to that yit. But see har
brother t'other daay, an he axed me to
goo DOVER an see har, an I axed him IT
I should write an tell har l wuz accom-
In, an he said as he'd find out"
"D'ye want to walk out with her.
then2' said Sally.
81 doan't knoo azackly as yit," Bob
answered. "D'ye think she'd make
good wife?"
"How can 1 tellT' asked Sally, with
some show of reason. "Do l know
herT
MOO" said Bob. "But she bain't like
yew. She's a strappin wench, an my
missus 'ull hev to wark to help to arm
the grub"
"Do she wear q fall an gloves2" ask
ed Sally slyly, reminiscent of fraternal
circumstances at her own occasional
lapses into gentility.
"That she doan'p said Bob. "She
shan't wear moo fall nor moo gloves"
"Ye'll have to treat her different to
what you DO me-" said Sally. "or she
won't put up wit"
'I'I 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 doan't dew
ye might O. good"
Bob was an adolescent valetudina.
rian in his way and was just then
strong on total abstinence.
"I wouldn't write no letter" said
Sally. That's dangerous. She might
hev We 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 We seed herT
II doan't knoo much on har. an tha'ss
a fack," admitted Bob. She's in sarv-
ice out at Chetbridge, an har brother
axed me If I'd like to goo oover."
"Well, that appears funny to me-"
unused Sally. keeping her countenance,
but chuckling inwardly. What dye
want to write forT
'T'm a-gooin to dew the thing prarp-
err" Bob explained. mot saam's as
yew an var chap what never came to
narthen. 1 want to hev prarper on
nerstandin afoor I gifts engaged, an
hain't got moo mother, wuss luck. an
thote as yew'd help me-"
Eye get your onnerstandin talkin,"
advised Sally. '1That fare strange to
me she should set her brother on to
ye like that
"D'ye think soo?" said Bob nervously.
"Hev We ever kissed herT asked Sal
ly slyly.
"Blaame 1t. noop' Bob reared. But
should wholly like tew." he added
softly.
''Take her out an kiss her, then. an
be done Wit" said Sally, more expe.
rienced IN wooing. But DO ye mind
ye bain't sucked In"
'sWhat dye mane~ asked Bob.
'sThey say as fsh hawkers cry stink
in fish the ioudest," answered Sally
sententiously, IAN har brother wholly
boiler tew."
"D'ye think soo7" muttered Bob.
alarmed at unconsidered possibilities.
@But bar eyes maak ye Jump, they be
Sc bright. She's tho prattiest gal ye
ever see I'll mark ye q bet ont" he
added by way of self consolation.
It spooz," he said after pause-NT
spooz yew 'ouldn't write for me an ak
har If she'd walk out WI me. ! bain't
got moo mother TO- dew IT. -Ynss luck. - :