Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1901-09-26
WITH A VIEW
TO MATRIMONY
By James Blyth.
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TAN dew anything moar for We,
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. ''D'ye want anything?"
Forge 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 food and
clothes were wont to meet with more
unmerited abuse and foul language
than any return in the shape of atten-
ton, gra titude, 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. "Can't 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 reluc-
lance to make start.
''Shall sluch the bricks down for
ye" inquired Bob.
"Come an d." said Sally. "Tell us
what tits. Surely to goodness you amt
afeard''
evil We prarmus not to put the grin
ontew me?" Bob asked.
"Why, what should 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
as ye like. can't keep muddlin' about
here all the mornin'."
II want We to tell me what to saay,"
Fob gasped out.
"say? Say what? Whatever are
you talkin' about? I don't know the
meanin' ont"
''Well! There's a gal!" Bob began,
nervously.
"Ah! There's plenty O. them" said
Sally, unconcernedly.
II 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!
faint like YARN" (Sally was fair.)
"she's big as. me. An har eyes!-lor!
har eyes fare to goo right trew ye
they be Sc shiny an Sc black
"a love letter." said Sally. mo,
Bob; I don't know nothin' about love.
1 amt goin' to mix up along O. no love. !"
"Noo, noo!" 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 if I should write an tell har I
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," Bob
answered. "D'ye think she'd make a
good wife,
''How can tell?" asked Sally, with
some show Of reason. ''Do I know
her?"
s'Noo," said Bob. "But she kain't
like yew. She's strappin' wench, an
nv missus 'ull haze to wark to help to
arm the grub"
'sDo she wear fall an gloves?"
asked Sally, slyly, reminiscent of
fraternal circumstances at her own
occasional lapses into gentility.
"That she doan't!" said Bob. "She
shan't weer moo fall nor moo gloves"
you'll have to treat her different to
what you do me-" said Sally, cor she
won't put up wit"
"Ill 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
ye 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"
"D'ye 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 ye'seed
herr"
II doan't knoo much on har, an
tha'ss fack," admitted Bob. She's
in sarvice out at Chetbridge, an har
brother axed me if I'd like to goo
DOVER"
"Well, that appears funny to me-"
unused Sally, keeping her counte-
ance, but chuckling inwardly. What
dye want to write for?'
I'm gooin' to dew the thing prar-
per-" Bob explained. ''Not saam's
as yew an var chap what never came
to narthen. I want to hev prarper
onnerstandin' afoor I gifts engaged,
an I hain't got moo mother, wuss
luck, an thote as yew'd help me-"
"You get your onnerstandin' talk
in" advised Sally. "That fare
strange to me she should set her
brother on to you like that"
"D'ye think soo?'' said Bob, ner-
vously.
'sHev you ever kissed herr" asked
Sally, slyly.
"Blaame it, noo!" Bob roared.
.'But should wholly like tew," he
added softly.