The southern sentinel. (Winnfield, La.) 1883-1910, 1903-04-03

HIM TOM SPIvEY and Susan Ann
81 Perkins, pair OF young Postum
Ridge lovers, sat side by side on
the bank OF creek idly padding
their bare feet in pool of water. They
were very unhappy, for the course OF
true love, which had been flowing free
IL. had met an obstruction In the shape
of jealousy, and the flow bad come to
q sudden stop.
There had been a long and oppressive
silence between them, she gazing va
cantiy out into space and be thought
fully watching her work. the mud up
between her foes. when he suddenly
frightened up and, assuming an cir OF
the greatest gayety, blithely sang:
.-Thar's putty little gal know.
The puttiest little sal ever see.
A putty little gal love 60.
A putty little gel what loves me-
Susan Ann shrugged her shoulders
contemptuously while a look Of disdain
came to her face. In tones of whitening
sarcasm she said:
Il reckon you think that's pcwAful
fine poetry. Jim Tom SpiveyT
"Co'se / do" he answered. I'm q
ledge O. poetry, an SIGH bein the casa
how could think anything elseT
"oh. then guess hain't no tedge o
poetry"
why? Don't you think hits goodf"
"Co'se don't"
Cant see why"
"Hunlph. .P1ttvslittic galy Lordy,
sich fool stuff, Ereckle faced, turned
up nose. big modth. feet an hands Ike
hams, Hits plumb sickenin'."
who's freckle faced. turned up nose
an all that?"
why. the gal you writ that poetry
bout, o. co'se.r
aHow you know who I writ hit
bout
.Humph! Lack as II anybody
wouldn't know. Who else could bit be
bout 'cept that misuhhle. ugly Mary
Jane Bowies, when she's the one you so
dead III love WITH
GLOW you know Fze dead In iove
With herY-
lord, / hope you don't think I'm
plumb stone blind. Sim Tom Spivey.
Jest MS if anybody wouldn't know you
wuz dead In love with her after seein'
the way you siobbered an unused
rcun' her t'other night over thar at
the candy pulIin'i Hit wus plumb
sickenin'."
sThat so? Want eickenin' mono to
me. Didn't low you wuz teckin' no
t1ce O. what wuz dom, though"
.Rcckon II a barn wuz fallin' down
right lii front o. your eyes you couldn't
help tcskin' little notice O hit could
YOU
aspect not. But the way wus
dom want no barn fallin' down, Ms ]
kin see.r
~IIit wuz Jest bout the next thing to
hit, SO far as fuss an splutterment
went. Hit wuz plumb silly"
-.sfinded you good deal o the way
Bob Hanks wuz sloppin' on mussin'
rcun, You, reckon Lord, that WIZ
s,cKenln., snore .nougn. row any ga,
could bear to let sich feller as that
kiss 'er is moresn kin make out
Ugly! Ugly hain't no name fer hit
An SIGH er mouth. Guess You had TO
! hold to somethin' to keep from fallin'
In when he kissed you. didn't your
you think you pow'ful smart, don't
you? But you needn't to poster bout
Bob Hanks mouth. Hit hain't hurtin'
you none. an, anyhow. hits jest as the
Lord made IT.
II dunno. They say natur made q
mistake with Bob. I hearn tell that
when she made his mouth she made a
cave at the same time to go in a noun
tain somewhAr. but that she got 'em
mixed an put the cave on Bob an give
the mouth to the mountain. / dunno
though, whether that is rally so or
not
$40, but guess II hit Is the cave
Bob got for month hit must "a been
made for one o. them mountains you
| got by mistnke in place O. feet"
Jim Tom started and looked sur
prised. HIS lace coIored, and be took
on sickly, faraway grin. He looked
down at his feet. then showed them
deeper into the wnter.
"My Loriy." be said, 'but you're
sharp. hain't your Reckon Bob better
81 sort o. keerful how be hugs you II
be don't want TO sit cut all to pieces
ghe turned her hack toward him.
-Guess you done cut Mary Jane all
Up when you hinged her" she said.
you 20 sharp beSsSz ~ 2
fui o. you moughf cut some O. them
frecklcs olr what makes her - putty.
Yo1 wouldn't ham nothin' 10 write
/ co~fzy seont thru"
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