Smyrna times., 1901-08-28
With q View
to MatrimOnY.

to his sister as he finished banging the
mud and ''muck" off the mats against
the outhouse 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"
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 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 moar"
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 1 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. 1 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 We
talkin about? 1 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 ye to tell me what to saay in
a 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 eyes! Lor', har eyes fare tC
goo right trew ye they be Sc shiny an
Sc black"
"a love letterY' said Sally. 'No, Bob
l don't know nothin about love.
amt goin to mix up along O no love-"
moo, noo!' expostulated Bob
"'Taint come to that yit. But see ha
brother t'other daay, an he axed me II
goo Oover an see har, an l aXed him i
l should write an tell har wuz aeon
in, an he said as he'd find out"
Dye want to walk out with heI
then?" said Sally.
81 doant knoO azackly as yit," BO
answered. "D'ye think she'd make
good wife?"
"How can l tellP asked Sally, wit
some show of reason. do | knoN
herT'
MOO" said Bob. "But she bain't lik
yew. She's a strappin wench, an m
missus 'ull hev to wark to help TO 'ar
the grub"
''Do she wear fall an gloves" asl
ed Sally slyly. reminiscent of fratern;
remonstrances at her own occasion;
lapses into gentility.
'That she doan'p said Bob. "St
shan't wear moo fall nor moo gloves"
'Ye'n have to treat her different
what you do me-" said Sally. cor 81
won't put up witt"
'I'll trate her prarper," Bob prom
ised "She shall hev all the grub 81
can get down har, but she shan't he
moo bare nor stout. They doan't de
ye a might O. good"
Bob was an adolescent valetudin
rian in his way and was just the
strong on total abstinence.
81 wouldn't write no letter" sa
Sally That's dangerous. She mig
hev ye up for breach O. promise"
"D'ye think soo?' said Bob, who
all ceremonial matters was guided
his sister.
"That 'ould be best-to see her." sa
Sally. "How often hev ye seed herP'
Il doan't knoo much on har, an tha'
fack," admitted Bob. "She's in sar
ice out at Chetbridge, an har broth
axed me If I'd like to goo oover."
'Well, that appears funny to me
unused Sally, keeping her countenant
but chuckling inwardly. "What d.
want to write for?'
"Pm a-gooin to dew the thing pral
err" Bob explained. ''Not saam's
yew an var chap what never came
narthen. want to hev a prarper (
nerstandin afoor 1 gifts engaged, al
hain't got moo mother, wuss luck,
thote as yew'd help me-"
"Ye get your onnerstandin talki
advised Sally. "That fare strange
me she should set her brother on
ye like that"
Dye think soo?" said Bob nervous
"Hev ye ever kissed her?'' asked
N ly slyly.
"Blaame 1t. moor Bob roared. "Bl