Fitzgerald enterprise. (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1895-1912, 1902-10-10

journey" One young fellow places his
straw hat over his face and tries to
sleep, but some one tickles him with a
spear of grass. An old man who has
stood it as long as he could in the
house and who has come out and lain
down gets up, stretches himself,
brushes clinglng leaf off his gray
jeans trousers and declares: "a bite
to eat would hit me harder than a
sermon writ on a rock. Don't see why
q man wants to talk all day."
Thought you was mighty fond of
preachin, Uncle John?" some one re-
marks.
Gam; but 1 don't want q man to so
over an over what he has already dun
said. If my folks want in thar I'd
mosey off home an git suthin to eat.''
Good book says a man don't live by
bread alone, Uncle john"
"Yas; but it don't say that he lives by
preachin alone, nuther. Hop on; they
are singin the doxology now, an reck-
on she will soon be busted"
The plowboy goes home with his d.
vinity, Uncle Johns daughter. Creek
on Jim will be at homer" he asks as
they ride along.
"He mout be. Air you awful anx-
ious to see him?"
"Not so powerful. Jest lowed I'd
ask 1 know who's yo' sweetheart"
he says after pause.
Bet you don't"
"Bet do"
"Who is it, then, Mr.. Smarty"
"Aleck Jones"
"Who, him? Think I'd have that
freckle faced thing?"
"Waal, if he amt, know who is"
"Bet you couldn't think of his name
in hundred years"
you mout think can't, but I can"
"Waal, who, then, since you air so
smart?"
"Morg Atcherson."
"Ho! I wouldn't speak to him if
was to meet him in the road"
But you'd speak to some people if
you was to meet them in the road,
wouldn't your
Yes, of course l would"
"Who would you speak to?'
ooh. lots Of folks. Did you see that
bird almost hit me?" she suddenly ex-
claims.
81 reckon he lowed you was a flow
err
ooh, he didn't no such of a thing. You
ought to be ashamed of yo'se'f to make
fun of me that er-way."
II want maxim fun Of you. Ho! If
l was to ketch anybody maxim fun of
you it wouldn't be good for him."
"What would you do?"
"Id whale him."
"You air awful brave, amt your?
Never mind whut 1 am. know
that if any man was to make fun of
you he'd have me to whup."
A number of people have stopped at
Uncle Johns house. They sit in the
large passageway running between the
two sections Of the log building, and
the men, who have not heard the SER
mon, discuss it with the women, who
were compelled to hear it from halting
start to excited finish. The sun is
blazing out in the fields, and the June
bugs are buzzing in the yard. 1t is
indeed day of rest for the young and
old. but is it a restfu1 time for the
housewife? Does that woman, with
flushed face, running from the kitchen
to the dining room and then to the
springhouse for the crock jar of milk
appear to be resting? Do the young
men and women that are lolling in the
passage realize that they are making
a slave Of her? Probably not, for she
assures them that it is not q bit of
trouble, yet when night comes-when
the company is gone-she sinks down,
almost afraid to wish that Sunday
might never come again. yet knowing
that it is the day of her heavy bondage
Old labor has been soothed, and young
love has been encouraged, but her
trials and anXieties have been more
than doubled.
1t is night, and the boy sits in the
door, taking off his shoes. Tomorrow
he must go into the hot field, but he
does not think of that. His soul is full
of a buoyant love-buoyant. for the
girl with the gaudy ribbon has prom
ised to be his wife.