The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1901-08-02
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Can | dew anything moar for We,
SallyT' 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 YET"
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"
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 Frogsthorpe
and took to heart the complaints of her
great loutish brothers that "they
hadn't got moo mother" Bobs desire
to assist her in any way surprised her.
"Narthen to sigerfy," said Bob sheep
ishly. Cant dew narthen moarW
Sally hustled about and deftly 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 a reluctance
to make start.
"Shall l sluch the bricks down for
YEP" inquired Bob.
Come an do" said Sally Tell us
what it's. Surely to goodness We amt
afeard"
"Will We prarmus not to put the grin
ON tew me?" Bob asked.
"Why, what should want to do that
for?" said Sally, who was getting in
quisitive and knew the only way to ex-
tract information from her brother was
to evince no curiosity "But just as We
like. l can't keep muddlin about here
all the mornin.''
81 want We to tell me what to say"
Bob gasped out.
"Say? Say what? Whatever are ye
talkin about? don't know the meanin
ont"
"Well! There's a galr Bob began
nervously.
"Ah. There's plenty O. Them" said
Sally, unconcernedly.
81 want We to tell me what to saay in
letter." burst out Bob, "Lor', Sally,
she's greet wench; She's bigger'n yew.
IIar 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"
ga love letter." said Sally. mo, Bob,
don't know nothin about love.
amt goin to mix up along O no love-
MOO MOOT" 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 axed him if
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,
them" said Sally.
II doan't knoo .azackly as yit," Bob
answered. "D'ye think she'd make a
good wife,"
"IIow can 1 tell?" asked Sally, with
some show of reason. "Do | know
herY
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 a fall an Gloves? ask
ed Sally slyly, reminiscent of fraternal
remonstrances at her own occasional
lapses into gentility.
"That she doan'w said Bob. "She
shant 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'll 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
We might O. good"
Bob was an adolescent valetudina-
rian 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 We seed herT'
81 doan't knoo much on har, an tha'ss
fack," admitted Bob. "She's in sarv-
ice out at Chetbridge, an bar 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 for?'
'I'm a-gooin to dew the thing prarp-
en-" Bob explained. "Not saam's as
yew an var chap what never came to
narthen. | want to hey a prarper on
nerstandin afoor gifts engaged, an |
hain't got moo mother. wnas luck, an