The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1910-11-01
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haint got nobody but won boy, an he's
e. at skule Well, that play-if 1t
wuz a play-beat anything I ever
seen. But I tell you what it looked
like the rale thing to me. I'll tell
you little sketch of it.
Tom Logan wuz the hero, an wuz
blacksmith-the handsomest an finest
fookin specimen of manhood I ever
seen (Jeem's excepted Of corse) with
hart Of pure gold, and hi ideals an
lofty notions of homer, truth an integ-
rity. He loved an marrid orful pur-
ty woman, an trusted her implicitly.
She had been kinder raised up on
f1attery, T think, an her mater wuz
pizened bi it, jest same as a body can
git pizened on drugs an sich like till
thay can't do without EN-.
Well, this woman soon got tired OF
honest Tom an sich a quiet, easy
life, an when a polished, slick tongued
villun come along an told her she
had marrid beneath her, an that sich
bewty as hern wuz ment to adorn
home of wealth an luxury-why, the
little wretch jest swallered it all
down an injoyed it same as a baby
with nursin bottle, an it wern't long
till she wuz plum reddy to runaway
with him an 1eve her husband an
baby.
Thay wuz sorter skeered of Tom
though, an plotted to kill him, but
they made a mistake an killed Toms
old daddy: Then that woman actilly
swore that Tom done it an she seen
him do it, an the pore feller wuz sent
to the prison fur life, an the woman
went an tuck up with that scoundrel.
Sumtimes she wood actilly dress up in
her finest duds, an go to the jail to
see her deserted husband an she
wood laff an make fun of him an his
stripes.
But them stripes couldn't hide the
true worth Of Tom Logan; if any
thing, thay made his virtues shine
still brighter. The grand nobility of
his great soul shone through it all,
dazzling as the sun, an even in pris-
on he commanded unbounded respect
and admeration.
After while that villin got to bein
mighty cruel to the woman who had
mortgaged her sole to the devil fur
his sake. Jest like man-he didn't
love her no longer then he had rea-
sin to respect her. He wuz orful
mean to the little gal, too, which they
had got away from Toms mother.
Sumtimes when that villin wood git
to slingin that purity little fore year
old gal baby around so vigris like,
I'd grab mi u1nbrel and start in to give
him a thrashin, but Cousin Jack wood
stop me an say:
eStop. Cousin Becky, don't furgit
that this is jest a play" an I'd set
down, but mighty onwillin. tell you
it didn't look like no play to me-but
the rale gingerwine thing.
Well, after wilhelm about fore
year, the governor set Tom Logan
free. An law sakes! never seen any
body as happy as he wuz, when thay
brung that pardon dockament to the
prison an gle it to him. He jest
grabbed it an fell on his nees an rails
ed his hands an ize to heven an
thanked God in a glorious outburst
of praze, fur bein so good to him.
The shore nuff teers jest pored down
his face, too. Oh, he wuz glad! Then
Tom determined to get his little gal
away frum her nanny, cause she
wern't fit to raze her, an then that
woman an villin begun to git skeered.
The vil1in got meaner an meaner
to the woman an little gal, an the wo-
man got to comparifyin him an Tom,
an recommembered how good Tom
alters wuz. He never spoke a unklnd
word nor thunk a unkind think, nor
never done nuthin, ceptin all in his
power to make her happy; realized,
now after it wuz too late, that she
had refused pure gold fur the stikln-
est, no accountest kind of dross, an
she might nj went crazy with re-
morse She got to longin fur Tom
an fur the shelter Of his CRATE strong
arms and tender hart. An the more
she thUnk about him the worse she
wanted him. Oh, how sic wanted
Tom!
So won day she went to him an