The Birmingham age-herald., 1906-02-18

them to sorter pilot 'em thru the hills. They'd hunt for days and days, and come back to Marchand's tired and mad, and Randie would set in an jolly 'em back into a good humor.
 "One of these yere debbety marchulls was a tell-complected young feller name Paul Legare. Mighty quiet, and big eyed, low-talkin, and polite, and I mo- ticed that he seemed to take a special shine to Randie, and she didn't appear to have any serious objections to havin' him around. They'd talk poetry and flow CTS and syllabub stuff like that until I was sick at my stomach, and when he'd take her off to the spring for a long confab I'd be mad enough to die. There was an immense wash-tub turned upside down close by the little branch that ran from the spring, and this was their favorite seat and thar they'd locate, billin' and cooin and castin sheep's eyes at one nuther, until l felt like I'd pop open.
 Occasionally I would so far demean myself as to butt in on them interviews but Randie would give me to understand that while I was plumb welcome, yet MT. Paul Legare was the party of the first part in these proceedins, and that the schoolmaster was a secondary consdera- tion tharfore it had to go at that. On- doubted she knowed adzactly how to handle him, and kept him keyed up to a blin' pint all the time. If the gent was hot she was cool as Jinooary, was he frigid, immejutly she beamed same as q May mornin'. Did he want to spoon and talk love, then she led the conver- saich to moonshinin' and distilleries. When they'd enter on this latter subjick artx erf ,.ila and swear what he'd do to the offenders who was distillin' in these hills if ne ever cotch em, and then he'd wonder how in creation a still could be hid so'3 he couldn't sarch it out
 "But Lawd, son, you know all a still needs is Q little fire and cold water just enough cold water to condense the spirits into vapor and thar you have it? Fact is I've seed stills made oute en coffee pots a settin' on a farmers stove They can be concealed anywhures if water is handy.
 When the talk got on to these we're 'licit manufactories, as he called 'em, this malignant Legare person would line out and tell Randie all his plans for ketch- in 'em, an adzactly when and where he was goin' to do it, while she would hum a gay little tune and pat her tiny foot, and let on to be mighty indifferent on these themes.
 "One mornin' I was projeckin about piclSin' up muscadnes close to the spring when I saw 'em come down and take their usual seat on the tub, and I was mean ernuff to dodge behind a tree and eavesdrap 'em. This time he begun to coart like a house afire She less couldn't switch him off the subjick and he busted along to whur he come right out and arsked her to marry him. You could have knocked me down with A feather when she drawed hersef up like a queen. and with fashin' eyes said; No, loud and scornful
 Then she lambasted him for bein' q spy, breaker up of homes, fattenin' on the sufferings of innocent people, and charged him with makin love to her so as to get information about illicit dis tillin. Whew! That felon Legare slunk away from her like a whipped hound dog. As soon as he got out of sight she pulled little fotograf out of her bosom. one of these yere cheap tin-types, and tuckin her head low over 1t she gazed at it long time. l thought she was erwin and so I surged out en the woods and went to'ards her, but she straightened up and hid that tin-type in her hand quicker n flash. I got mad at this as I hated to see her greivin' after thai revenoo outcast, so I demands to have that pictur She shook her head. and flushed rosy as June apple. I grabbed for it-she jerked back her hand behind her. By this time I was savage and fierce, reckless of consekenses. I seized her hand and struggled to get that tin- type. but she was as strong as wild