The Nome daily gold digger., 1907-10-25
THE EVENING STORY Romance of a Cherry Season

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 "Ditsie was always an independent, saucy sort of gal" drawled old Uncle Sol, as he placed chairs for us on the veranda.
 Ditsie was the name jolly old Uncle Sol called her. but we knew her as Mrs. Dianita Bakewell, wife of Jabez Bakewel esq, who ran the little hotel in the West Virginia mountains.
 why" said one of our party "she seems very clever and accommodat- ing"
 Wall, yes, she is, in regard to you all, and everyone else for that mat ter 1 doan mean that. I'm speakin' of her courtin' days. Guess I always will hev home here, fer Jabez Bake well knows pretty well I favored their match.
 "Ditsies mother owned this place then. But poor Sis is dead now. Wall, Jabez was a very bashful sort of fel- low, but god as gold; p'raps you've noticed that?" he added, as he eyed us carefully.
 We had not, but felt that much pleasure on our part depended on agreeing with Uncle Sol in regard to the golden worth of his nephew-in- law. So we nodded our approval and he continued:
 Wall, Ditsie didn't like that bash full sort of courtin'; she thought lots of Jabez, but held that he orter be brave enough to go after her soldier fashion, not carin' who was lookin' or who was pleased or displeased, and show he wanted her for sure.
 Fer erwhile I thought Jabez was goin' ter lose his case with her, fer seV'ral other lads, the brazen or for ward kind, yer know, seemed ter hev the inside track. They didn't care much fer Ditsie, I'm sure, but they knew she would own this place some day, and they looked ter that, fer this place was a big pumpkin in their idees
 "Ditsie was mighty pleased over how badly they wanted to get her. l sez to her. Ditsie, neither one of them thar cubs kneers fer you. Jabez Bake well is the only man in this county as care straw fer you
 "'Well,'' sez she, if he hain't got git up enough in him ter get me, he can get along without me. I won't run arter my beaux, they must run arter me, fer I swear, Uncle Sol, won't fall easily into any mans arms
 "Then thought Jabez was goin' | ter lose, sure, and I was pretty sorry ! fer that. But she sex one afternoon | in cherry time, T b'lieve I'll go pick some cherries for pies off that old tree along the lane. We're goin' ter hev cherry pie fer supper this evening sure
 T oan know just why I walked out the lane erbout 10 minutes arter she had gone, but as I went one way to- ward the cherry tree I spies Jabez coming the other.
 "He got ter the tree quicker nor me. | not knowin as I did that the gal he wanted was up thar, and jest as he ! did thar was a crash like a limb | breakin' and little squeal, and with bound he reached the spot in time to catch Ditsie in his arms.
 There now, Jabez,' sex I in a loud | voice; she has swore moren once she would not fall in any mans arms. Doan matter if 1t was an accident that the limb broke and caused you ter catch her and maybe save her from brealkin' her neck she can't deny she fell in your arms jest the same. Pm yer witness, Jabez; now doan let her go until she sez yes And I turned | round and ran away just purpose to get them by theirselves.
 "A half-hour later they came down ter the house, and Jabez staid fer l supper that evening and before he left he whispered. It's all right, Uncle !, Sol, fir held her until she said yes. l