River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1901-08-29

"NAN a 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?"
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, 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 sigerby," said Bob,
sheepishly. "Can't dew narthen
moar?"
Sally hustled about and deity 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-
lance to make a start.
shall a sluch the bricks down for
YEP" 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 + 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 We like. can't keep muddlin' about
here all the mornin'."
81 want We to tell me what to saay,"
Bob gasped out.
"Say? Say what? Whatever are
you talkin' about? I don't know the
meanin' or't."
well! There's a gall" 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 big
germ yew. Har hairs that black!
'Tain't like yarn" (Sally was fair.)
"She's big as me. An har eyesl--lorl
har eyes fare to goo right trew We
they be Sc shiny an Sc black"
"A love letter." said Sally. mo,
Bob; don't know nothin' about love.
/ amt goin' to mix up along o. no love-"
moo, noo!" expostulated Bob.
"'Tain't come to that yit. But l see
har brother t'other daay, an he axed
me to goo oover an see har, an 1 axed
him if I should write an tell har
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
good wife,"
How can I tell?" asked Sally, with
some show of reason. do / know
her?"
MOO" said Bob. "But she bain't
like yew She's strappin' wencb, an
my missus 'ull haze to wark to help to
arm the grub"
"Do she wear fall an gloves %
asked Sally, slyly, reminiscent Of
fraternal remonstrances 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 ge; down har, but she shan't haze
moo bare nor stout. They doan't dew
We might O. good"
Bob was an adolescent valetudinar-
ian in his way, and was just then
strong on total abstinence.
81 wouldn't write no letter. said
Sally; that's dangerous-she might
hev We up for breach O. promise"
Dye 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
here"
II doan't knoo much on har, an
tha'ss a fack," admitted Bob She's
in saryice out at Chetbridge, an har
brother axed me if I'd like to goo
oover."
We'll, 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-