The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1913-11-18


into the yard and asked for her father.
Out there" she answered as she
pointed to The corn field and giggled.
Ever have a windmill here?"
No"
Anybody been along to talk to your
father about one?"
mo" (Giggle)
thirsty. Dye mind giving me drink"
Sarah filed the dipper and handed
1t to him with a litter for a change
Of program
You hain't engaged-to be married,
reckon" tentatively queried the agent
as he finished drinking and poured out
the remainder of the water
Sarah put her finger in her mouth
and then removed it to giggle.
The man walked down to the corn
field where the farmer was laying UP
backaches for himself.
Say. want to sell you a wind
mill"
1T can't be did," was the reply.
"But 1t can"
Then I'll have to be a hundred
years paying for It,"
Guess not AS your son-in-law /
can about give you one"
The farmer hoed two hills of corn
and then leaned on his hoe and said:
That's a thing as hain't happened
yet"
Look here, Mr.. Cox" said the 9TH
er In a brisk way. I'm a business
man. I'm right up and down and no
fooling time away. I've seen your
daughter"
"Wan?"
She's good to look at. should say
she was good worker"
yep, Sarah is a hustler"
And she's got a mighty taking way
Of laughing. l like it. A woman that
laughs won't kick and Jaw, and the
home will always be peaceful"
Il reckon that's so, mister" unused
the farmer You've been a married
man, mebbe. and are widower now?"
'Noap! Never got married. Never
saw woman to please me till l saw
your gal few minutes ago. She jest
fills the bill. Any objections to my be-
coming your son-in-law and selling you
a windmill at so per cent. below regu-
lar prices?"
Guess we'd better go up to the
house and talk with ma and Sarah
about it."
The hoe was hung on the top rail OF
the fence and the two went to the
house. Sarah met them with a giggle,
but her mother said to the husband:
Look ere, Moses. you are not going
to buy any wind-mills of this Teller,
and there's no use of wasting time
over it."
I'VE will first talk about marriage
and then get down to wind-mills," an
swered the agent MY name is Drew.
l own a house and lot in Raisinville,
and farm in that county I'm a sim
gle man, good-natured and a good pro-
WIDER. and l want to marry Sarah"
Good Lord. but what fort" ex-
claimed the mother.
Sarah giggled.
Because I've fell in love with her."
Sarah Uttered.
But it's mighty sudden"
Yes, but I'm mighty sudden man
always was. l either make a sale
of a windmill within fifteen minutes
or pass on"
Sarah giggled.
He says if he and Sarah gets mar
ried l can have windmill at half
price" urged the father.
That's something of course" re
piled the mother, but / can't under
stand why he fell in love with Sarah
like a gun going or"
1T was that giggle of hers" an
swered Mr.. Drew
Sarah's giggle at this was charming
Folks have always said that giggie
was fool thing"
Then they have been mighty wBong
about it. It's grand. It's glorious. II
beats beauty all to pieces"
Sarah gave him a grateful look and
giggled.
We'll, what do you think about it?'
asked the mother as she looked over
at the blushing girl.
81 (giggle) dunno" (Titter.)
I'VE kinder need a windmill, sug-
gested the father.
And it's a golden chance" added
Mr.. Drew. Il have never made such
an offer before, and of course cannot
do it again.
IF Sarah would tell US what she
thinks" said the mother, impatiently.
Il think (giggle) yes!" (Titter.)
That settled 1t. They took Mr..
Drews word for what he was, and he
did not deceive them Three days Ia
ter there was giggling. tittering mar
rage, and two weeks later that half
price windmill was failing the air on
the Cox farm in a way to drive all
the crows out of the country.
To pass to the second era, It may be
said that Mr. and Mrs Drew lived hap
PLY for seven years, and then the
farmer went out of the windmill bust
ness. He had to. Death claimed him
for its own and 1t takes very lively.
live man to sell wind-mills. Sarah had
continued to giggle and litter and she
didn't stop till the day of his death.
Then she stopped as suddenly as
carpenters hammer when its owner
hears the clock strike five.
You can't stop a giggler and tit
terer of years standing without re-
suits following The widow turned to
poetry in day. She had never tried
to make rhyme in her life before,
but she tackled the Joy now by writ
ing:
A weeping wilder is Sarah Drew.
And things are looking both black and
blue;
Under the sod her husband is dead,
And she hopes he won't get cold in the
head
That was the first OF series of
about a thousand poems. she pro
duced. She had one on the doctor,
the undertaken, the pall-bearer, the
erave dizxer and the ministers. Then