The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1901-09-26
WITH A VIEW
TO MATRIMONY
By James Blyth.

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Sally?" said Bob Heron, the
rowman, to his sister, as he finished
banging the mud and muck off the
mats against the clubhouse wall.
"Why, whatever ha' come to ye?''
said his sister. "D'ye want anything?"
For years Sally had taken upon her
self the unenviable task of looking aft
er her old father and of "mothering g"
her three younger brothers. Her ef-
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 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 sigerby," said Bob,
sheepishly. Cant a dew narthen
moar?"
Sally hustled about and deftly tidied
up the kitchen. Out of the corner of
her eyes she watched Bob hanging
round uncomfortably with an evident
wish to ask something and a reluc-
tance to make a start.
shall sluch the bricks down for
ye?" 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 do
that for? said Sally, who was getting
inquisitive. and knew the only way to
extract information from her brother
was to evince no curiosity. "But just
asye like. can't keep muddlin' about
nere all the mornin'."
i want ye to tell me what to saay,"
Bob gasped out.
Say? Say what? Whatever are
you taIkin' about? l don't know the
meanin' on't.'
Well! There's a gall" Bob began,
nervously.
"Ah! There's plenty O. them," said
Sally, unconcernedly.
Il want We to tell me what to saav
IN letter." burst out Bob. "Lor!
sally! she's gre't wench. She's big
ger n yew. Har hairs that black!
lain't like yarn" (Sally was fair.)
enc big as me. An har eyes!-lor!
mar eyes fare to goo right trew We
'hey be Sc shiny an Sc black"
A love letter?" said Sally. "No.
noo; don't know nothin' about love.
amt goin' to mix up along O. no love-"
MOO, noo!" expostulated Bob.
iaint come to that yit. But I see
mar brother t'other daay, an he axed
me 10 goo ooyer an see har, an axed
hiih II l should write an tell har I
"az a-eomin', an he said as he'd find
out"
Dye want to walk out with her.
'hen%" said Sally.
l doan't knoo azackly as yit," Bob
answered. Dye think she'd make a
good wife,"
how can I tell?" asked Sally, with
some show of reason. "Do I know
her?"
>, Noo," said Bob. "But she bain't
IKE yew. She's strappin' wench, an
hl,sSus ,ull haze to wark to help to
arm the grub.'
10 she wear a fall an gloves ?"
sshed Sally, slyly, reminiscent of
ifa'ernal remonstrances at her own
occasional lapses into gentilitv.
That she doan't!" said Bob. "She
snan weer moo fall nor moo gloves,
You'll have to treat her different to
% ma. you do me-" said Sally, "or she
won't put up wit"
III trate her prarper," Bob prom
SEQ She shall hev all the grub she
can get down har, but she shan't haze
noo pare nor stout. They doan't dew
!e might O. good"
Bob was an adoleseent vale+nd;nor
20. .an IN his way, and was Just then
s'iong On total abstinence.
: i wouldn't write no letter. said
saiils; that's dangerous-she might
AZ. se up for breach O. promise"
we think soo? said Bob, who in