The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1902-07-23

ter make a lawyer out Nv her. He's
dead In love with lawin>, ole man
wilson is. But ye might better
try ter make hossrake out NV
whalebones an gristle as ter make a
lawyer outer Name. What th' ole
man said was gospel, though. She
felt sorter like she better not make
bin. no more hard feelin' after not
oein that boy he wanted.
Her mother meant her ter be a
good housekeeper an put up
p'serves an make pickles; an Name
would STAN at th' winder an sing
an furgit all abaout her mess till
twas clean split.
"AfteT Mis- Wilson died, though,
Name done better raound 3h'
haouse. Mebbe ef th' ole man was
ter die she'd take ter lawin'. Ye
can't tell. She kin do most an'thing.
"Jest abaout then Jim Lane be-
gan ter sleeve raound with Name
Wilson. Smart as q steel trap he
is. He runs tn sawmill up th'
creek. But tn ole man hates him
like pizen, am he talked ter Name
till she lowed she wouldn't take up
with Jim less he was willin'.
"Jim Lane is tn darnedest good
natured feller ye ever see. He's
allus got good word an a pleasant
smile fur folks, an he'll go further
out w his track fur friend than
most anybuddy T know.
"He took it offul hard abaout
Name, an he reg'ly got mopy an
down in tn mouth abaout it. An
then he got his second wind, an he
tried every witch way ter play it on
tn ole man. But Name, she got
putty stuffy, too, an she declared
she'd never pose her father, an
there twas"
Bijah got off the barrel to sell a
couple OF candy balls to q rosy
faced little lass who was so short
as to be visible under the slack line
and resumed as she closed the door
of the shop.
9Th hull village knew all abaout
it, an they talked it up early an
late. Th' gals, they wasn't slow ter
say what they'd do eff they was i'll
her place, an tn Bugler took a
hand, so ter speak, an nearly drove
tn ole man wild. But Miss Peter
son, th' minister's sister, she lowed
that Name was right ter mind her
father.
".Look a-here,' says Jim, eain't I
go no rights at alp an Miss Peter
son, she laughed an said she s'posed
SO, but he certainly didn't orter ask
Name ter take tn responsibility Nv
breakin' her word"
Bijah chuckled and changed his
legs and clasped the other knee.
"'Twasn't very long after that
ole Wilson went home one night.
Twas gettin' early dusk, an he
tole Name she'd better get tn lamp
afore she set down ter tea. Name
was a-goiR through th' entryway
with whoppin' great shade lamp
in her hand when somebody knock
ed ter tn front door, an she Jest
stopped an opened it without think
in.
sfJim Lane was a-standin' there.
Don't say nothin', Mame,' says he,
an he takes her bodily, lamp an
all, an tucks her inter carridce
that he had at tn. gate. He didn't
fool raound with no railroad train.
but jest turned them horses heads
fur Canada, an when they got ter
tn line Name was a-settin' there
as still as mouse without ary hat
er coat, an that big shade lamp
a-burnin' jest as peart az eff it was
on th' ole man Wilson's table ter
6lome."
Bijah spat at the stove and
laughed to himself.
Fearful thing, tn ingratitoode
Nv children, amt it? But we'd
orter seen tn Bugler mex mornin'.
Every dad blamed colume in it had
a big headline: Jim Lane Has Got
His Gall Jim Lane Has Got His
Gal, Gosh, that jest proved ole
Wilson wouldn't never hev busted
when he didn't bust that mornin'.
"He went whoopin' off ter his
lawyer ter see what he cud do ter
Jim, but Name, she was Nv age.
an she writ him that she went NV
her own free will; so all he cud
make any fuss about was th' lamp,
an they've been a-lawin' an foolin'
an a-crbitratin' ever since"