The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-04-10
PlNENILLE STORIES.
Major .Jones's Christmas Present.


know | told you N my last letter
was gwinc to bring Miss Mary up to
the chalk on Crismus. Well done
it, slick as a whistle, though j, come
mighty nigh bcin a serious hisncss.
But | II tell you all about the whole
circumstances
The fact is, Is made my mind up
more n twenty times to Jest 20 and
come right on, with the whole bis
ness; but Whenever got whar she
was, and whenever she looked at nc
with her witchiu eyes, and kind o
biusncd at me, always felt sort O.
skcercd and fainty, and all what l
made up to tell her was forgot, so I
couldn't think Of is to save me. But
you married man, Mr.. Thompson,
so couldn't tell you nothin about
popin the question, as they call it,
It's mighty great favour to AK Of
pretty gall, and to people what aint
used to it, it goes monstrous hard,
don't it? They say widdcrs don't
mind it no more II nOthin. But I'm
maxim transgression, as the preacher
se5.
Crismus eve | put On my new suit,
and shaved my face as slick as
smoothin iron, and after tea went
over to old Miss Stallinses. AS soon
as went into the parler whar they
was all scttin round the irc, Miss Car
line and Miss kesiah both laughed
right out.
"Thcrcl thcre!' ses they, I told
you so, know'd it would be Joseph"
whats l done, Miss Carlinc?"
ses I.
"You conc under little sisters
chicken bone, and I do believe she
know'd you was comm when she put
it over the dorc.'
"No | didn't didn't no such
thing, now" scs Miss Mary, and her
face blushcd red all over.
"Oh, you nccdn't deny it," scs Miss
icsiah, "you belong to Joseph now,
jest as sure as Tiers any charm in
chicken bones.
know'd that was first rate chance
to say something, but the dcar little
crecter looked so sorry and KEEP blushin
so, | couldn't say nothin zactly to the
pint so tuck n chair and reached up
and tuck down the bone and put it in
my pocket.
"What are you gwinc to do with
that I'D chicken bone now, Majer?"
ses Miss Mary.
"1'm gwinc to keep it as long as l
live" ses I, 'as u Crismus present
from the handsomc est gall in Georgia"
When scd that, she blushcd worse
and worse.
"Aint you shamcd, Majcr?" ses
she.
"Now you ought to give her Girls
mus gift, Joseph. tc keep all her lire, +"
Seu MISS Carllne.
"Ah, ses old Miss Stallins, "when
l was gall We used to hang up our
stockings---''
"Why, mother?' scs sll of 'em, "to
say stockius right before"
Then I felt q little streaked too,
cause they was all blushin as hard as
they could.
"Highty-tity!" scs the old lady
what monstrous '6ncment to be
shore! I'D like to know what harm
ther is in stockins. People nova
days is gittin so mealy -mouthcd they
can't call nothin by it's right name,
and | don't sec as they's any better
than the old time leople was. When
[ was gall like you, child, 1 use to
hang up my stockings and git 'em full
Of presents
The gals keep laughin and blushin.
"Never mind" ses Miss Mary,
"Majer's got to give me Crismus
gift--won't you, Majer?'
"Oh, yes" ses I, "you know I
promised you one."
"But didn't mean that" ses she.
1--WE got one for you, what 1 want
you to keep all your life, but it would
take two bushcl bag to hold it,
ses l.
ooh, that's the kind scs she.
but will you promise to keep it as
long as you livc?' scs I.
"Ccrtainly l will, Majcr.'
'Monstrous 'fnement nova
days--old people don't know nothin
about perliteness, said old Miss Stall
Inns, jest gwinc TO sleep with her nit
tin in her lap.
CHOW you hear that, Miss Car
line" scs |. "Shc ses sbc'l toon -