The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1907-12-31

4}c iuIH1CAL oAAh AE NnoAShA II " '+ -
trick on the part Of Mrs Cay - -
him away. He had thought hin. =.
all alone. and when he went into that
holc backward and busted things AMI
sprained his back he just na'rT.ii?
shouted out, the same as Judge Ian
dis or Elihu Root would have done.
Mrs. Gay should have realized TIE
proyocation and kept the affair to her
self.
Samuel. don't want to weep. be-
cause | know men folks don't Ike
tears, but ! have to-" continued Mrs.
lobby as she proceeded to weep and
:e: the tears fall where they would.
-! Ieave you setting a new gatencst
aud singing a hymn. If fifty different
people had told me hat you were a
pirate. couldn't have believed it.
within half an hour yon were hitting
the fence with the spade and using
such language that Mrs. Gay thinks II
curGiea her pear preserves and Il a
- will hive - throw them all out
Can YOU t',n@ ne for fainting away:
Can you blame ne for wanting to eX-
Dire? Can you wonder that my spirit
longs to sail FAY away where post holes
and pirates ate Iot:"
The deacon didn't blame her u bit.
bat as lie had now reached the photo
graph OF his Uncle Ji.@, who Away
claimed TO be the original dLscOverer
Of the Atlantic ocean. he wanted To
keep quiet and 20 4 LOT of thinking.
IF that wa ali. Samuel" sad Mrs.
Dolby after a Sob.Ing silence OF three
minutes, Il shouldn't feel so like l."
ing. | would lay it TO YOUR a"SeEl.
mindeluess. | would think that Eon
temporarily mistook yourself for Car
tain Kidd and that the words fell I'm
consciously from your lips, but thar
couldn't have been the case. Three
days after that, as l well remember,
Mr.. Browufeld came over and asked
you to go back with him and see what
allied his COW. He thought she was
coming down with the boiler horn
You are not saying a word, Samuel,
but | know you remember all about it.
Can't you get me the kitchen towel to
wipe my eyes onT
The deacon never moved. He had
struck an attitude, and he thought il
safest to maintain 1t. Besides, he was
now looking at the photograph of an
aunt Of his who was the first woman
in America to discover that heavy
bread and sour buttermilk added years
to the life Of a tramp.
Kicked by a Cow.
"You went over and saw the COW
You were examining her horns when
| she threw her head around and knocked
the breath all out Of you. Mr.. Brown
| field was scared almost to death. "
| he stood there, looking at you, you
! jumped uD and began kicking the COW.
i lie counted the kicks, and there were
Just twenty-six of them. You called
her seventeen different James you
swore forty-two times and was still q;
It when Mr.. Brownfield laid his haLG
on your arm and told you to recolled
who you were and what you owed t
society. You grabbed him and ran hin
against the barn, and If Mrs. Brown
field hadn't come out and screamed
don't know how you would have endet
I'D. Think Of it, Samuel-think Of it.
Samuel thought Of it, and the nor
he thought the more he wished he la
knocked the cows horns off. He didn'
say so, however. He vas in one of hi
silent moods. Mrs. Dolby was PEI
mitted to weep for the next five min
utes and wipe her eyes on the skirt O
her dress, and it was almost a relief t
hear her finally say:
well, Samuel, you a so out t
your taters, and l will lie here an;
die. You'll find me dead wheo yo'
come into supper, but don't let 1t boil
err you. You can get yourself sor
bread and milk, and if you want te'
you'll find the teakettle boiling. Fare
we'll, dear. | can no longer I've Will
a pirate. My place is with the ngels.'
Mr.. Dolby went out and resrned his
digging. but he hadn't ~unearted more
than a bushel Of the white tuers when
Mrs. Dolby appeared. She1ad dried
her eyes. slicked down he mar ana
was ever smiling as she oserved:
Samuel, I think I wansome more
spice for those ounce prerVes, and l
wish you'd think Of it hen you go
down To the D~ostofice tdght."