The Birmingham age-herald., 1906-02-25


 fly Bible and a number of old fashioned miniatures, l asked the reason for these things being there.
 I've been sorter trailin' back among my kinnery, and diggin up reeminis- cences of my ancestry, and l tells you, son. the Goggins fam blyA was people, right clean strain, game as hornets, full of fun as money musk, with Just as good blood in their veins old Pharaoh. l am shore proud of my folks, mighty nigh to the pint of bein' vain"
 Now, look at the lectures of that love ly feemale," said he, offering me da- gurreotype, a beautiful specimen of the old time art of picture making. Within a plush-lined case was an oval surround ing face of rare archness and beauty a wide-eyed patrician girl, with red lips, peachblow skin and ivory shoulders. That vision of the mornin', chuckled the professor, was my grandmaw, Betty Calvert, and she was lallypalooler from over the waters for shore. She was a sperited lass-had as much head to her as a bar'l of likker, and allers had lashins of young cavaliers around her, cuttin up, and scrappin' for her smiles. And here is a pictur of her granddorter, Dollie Calvert Goggins, looldn' as much like her gramma as too peas, and nlled with ekal quantity of devilment. This yere last gal was brightenin up the landscape and settin' things afire about the time of the beginnin' of the revo- lushionary war. Obsarve her closely, while l purceeds to libate a second time. That likker shorely does take holt like 1t had teeth to it." remarked the profes- sor, putting down the bottle with long sigh of satisfaction. Somehow or ruth CT" said he, whenever l begin to talk about women, and nice women at that, l invariably gifts thirsty, altho 1t is far from bein' dry theme.
 This little Dollie Calvert Goggins was the toast of her day, run after by all the boys in forty miles of her, and one of the gailiest geyrls you ever looked at.
 Dainty and peart to the limit, and one of them kind that could make man jump out of tall tree for love of her. Her folks meandered from the fertile wales of Maryland overnto the mount ings of Moth Kalliny, som'ers on the Upper Yadkin, and her daddy knowed how to make a run of cawn whisky su- perior to anything they mess up nowa- days This gal was raised rich with a whole lot of high notions, mighty naughty and 'ristocratic, and with her head full of foolishness along of readin' them old fashioned novels, like Walter Scott. 'Clarissa Harlowe,' Jane Austen, Days of Bruce and sich. She was all CTS looldn' out for some knight to come ridln out of the woods, with lot or scalps at his saddle bow. and lay ms devours and other truck at her dainty feet. while the seneschal footed his horn and bower and hall rang with nigh flown deeds of chivalry. and the trench ermen poked in the grub, or words to that effect. Frekently she gtv 1t out clammy and cold that ed never wed mortal man unless he had the sand or those old round-table ducks Of Arthur court, who'd tackle anything from lye- soap to draguns, and who peddled over the country rescuing gentle maidens and scrapping with other chaps clothed Tn whole hardware store.
 The men of this age, she allowed, were prosaic, timid, and wholly wantin' in the high courage of the gallant knights of old, and she would turn up her cute little nose and firt off to her