The age-herald., 1901-07-21
Say, Little GurI?"

P&yp ~tNNiN MILL
 A long, lank, lean slatternly and slouchy woman, so black that charcoal would make a white beauty spot upon her face, and a slouchy and slatternly Jean, 1 lank and long man, so black that his face would darlen charcoal, walked slowly along the shady side of Second avenue at 10 o'clock yesterday morning.
 The woman was perhaps thirty; the man ten years older. They had evidently just como to an agreement for a tryst, maybe for the cooler hour of the gloam- ing in some dell through which brook flows on for ever, murmurlng to pale face and dusky lovers alike the old, old story. The man seemed to have hunch, l for suddenly he looked at the long one who with measured tread strode by his side, and with immeasurable tenderness he said
 Say, little gurl, don't you disappint your Arthur"
 "I ain't,- she saiC sweetly.
 They had advanced six paces nearer to their parting. when he with faltering emotion said again:
 Say, little gurl, don't you disappin your Arthur
 q ain't," sweetly said the ebony darling of his heart
 They were in the middle of the square, nearing Twentieth street, when another hunch was plainly manifest, and with a quaver in his cottony voice he tenderly chortled:
 "say, little gurl, don't you disappint your Arthur"
 T aint gwineter." she warbled in the subdued notes of a great passion pain fully pent up.
 He heaved sigh, took chew of to- bacco, and offered her the plug, which she refused, saying simply and sweetly. 'T ain't."
 | Thus they fared toward the point of 1 parting of their ways, which on the map is Twentieth street and Second avenue. | Arrived there, they joined hands under an awning and stood looking at one another. ! as silent and motionless as statues carved l out of the eight-foot seam of coal at Ad- gers. Then another hunch began slowly l to do it's work, his Adams apple moving up and down his ebony throat. worn with love-making, and Q perceptible gur- gle gurgled into sibbilant whisper:
 Say little gurl, don't you disapp int your Arthur"
 "I ain't,' the long thing said with pas- sionate fervor.
 Slowly the black hands unclasped her ebony ana copper digits lingering upon his copper palm as if glued there with some magic glue. The tenseness of it all was intense. But by and by her fing CTS did clear the side of his hand, and slowly ah, so slowly. they backed off from one another in passionate parting.
 Bye" he softly said. Bye" she softly said, I She reached the middle of the crossing, and turning her head backward she saw him still standing still under the awning, wavering. swaying, uncertain, yet another hunch moving him.
 "say. little gurl don't you disapp'int your Arthur" | ''I ain't gwinter." she called back above the roar and rattle of the busy streets; and then trolley car came between those two loving souls. leaving one not satisfied by the others gentle T amt"
 The other night in the Union railroad passenger station in Atlanta, called by the natives 'the deepo," a bride and bridegroom boarded the Pullman car for Washington. cheered off by many friends. He was little young man; she was a Juno in her superb and classic beauty, | though perhaps too majestic. They were standing on the rear platform when the train was jerl1ed by the switch engine. His little hand casped the arm of the ing pathos: | "Come in, little girl" | "Yeah," her majesty made response. | Inside, the porter was making down 1 the berths of their section, and the hubby led her to seat opposite, saying with low but fierce fierceness: l "Sit here, little girl" | "Yeah," said her majesty.
 Are you tired, little girl?'' l "Yeah." "Do you love me very much, little kgirl?"
 lr "Yeah.",
 Then the one other passenger who lock- | ed and heard swooned away, and the l porter was unable to rouse him until | Greenville. S. C.. was reached. As he | hurriedly dressed to leave the car he heard:
 ''1ts broad daylight, little girl" "Yeah," said the drowsy majesty, and the passenger was carried away in a