Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1903-03-06

Ioved her and Womb IKE 70 squeeze
her. but that wss not much. ANY one
almost might say that much shout any
girl Il was very mild
Nov. thAr's little thing l writ
bout you last week Jim Tom went
On. that's rale shore rough poetry. !
writ hit fare you went an fell In love
with Bob Hanks. but didn't have no
chanst TO give hit 20 you: 50 now ]
reckOn III have TO give hit 10 somebody
else. Hits a right putty little thing.
though. an hits jest ooEin' with love
an sweetness"
Susan Ann perked up and manifested
great interest. After a little hesitation
she said with an air OF affected indif-
ference:
Dunno nothin' you could say bout
me that 'u'd ooze with love an sweet
ness"
Don't your he replied Then
s'pose read hit to you"
Jest as you lack"
He took a scrap OF paper from his
pocket and. strengthening It out, read
as follows:
81 know a putty little gal.
Sweetest gal ever wuI writ about
An ever time look at her
see the sweetness ooxin' out"
He paused, and she looked up at him
with a glad light In her eyes.
did you tix that up bout mer' she
asked.
He nodded his head.
you shore hit wuz bout meY'
Goose hit wuz."
She drew satisfied sigh and gave
him look Of admiration.
my" she said softly. but you shore
Is good hand at writin' poetry
''Oh. kin do hit putty well. guess,"
he replied little proudly. But let me
read you some more"
us there some more bout meY'
"Uh. huh. Listen here:
Il know a putty little gal
Whose lip I'd like TO sup.
An ever time / look at her
/ want 10 eat her Up.
She drew a deep breath and turned
up her face, all radiant and glorious.
Her feelings were too great for utter
ance. He read on:
81 know a putty little gal,
All SO bright an sunny:
IL she loved me as love her
I'd be happy as a ny In honey
She closed her eyes and leaned back
until her head rested against his shout
der.
Jim Tom she said In low tones,
you shorely is pow'ful smart. an
don't reckon nobody could ever beat
you tixin' up poetry. You must a loved
me some TO write bout me that
Away"
! His arm stole around her waist.
"'Spect mebby | did. Susan Ann" be
replied. Spec mebby loved you q
heap when | writ them verses"
My! Wish'd somebody loved me that
away now; somebody that kin write
putty things like them"
"Mebby somebody does
"Uh, uh. Not now they don't"
"Mebby Bob Hanks kin learn to
write lack that"
"Ub. uh. Bob Hanks can't write
nothin' that's no count Guess you'll
write them sort O. things bout Mary
Jane now, won't your
| "Uh, uh."
Why"
Case they don't fit her She hain't
putty an sweet an all that"
who you goin 10 write 'em bout
then, wondery
Dunno. Mought write 'em bout you
ef 'twan't fer you lovin' Bob"
AN ef 'twan't fer you lovin' Mary
Jane"
"Mebby hain't lovin' Mary Jane"
"Mebbe hain't iovin Bob"
There was long silence. Then she
said:
"Ef | wuz a man an had my arm
roun' gal loved an who loved me
an her head wuz layin' on my shout.
der, know somethin' I'd do
A light flashed overlhis face.
"B'lieve know somethin' I'd do IN
der them circumstances. too" he said.
Fact is, jest b'lieve I'll do it,
And, bending his head. their lips met
in a long drawn out kiss. When II was
over, he said:
You reckon you shore love me, Su-
san Anng"
Goose do, Jim Tom" she answered.
"How you reckon could help 1t when
you so smart an fix up SIGH fine 20
etryf'