The Forrest City times., 1914-08-21

apple hook" went scuffing across the floor in the direction of the chimney.
 Blossy, however, called him back. T was crying, Brother Abe, because the man l did take for a mate once was not happy. and-and neither was l. l was utterly wretched; so that I've always felt I never cared to marry again. And-Samuels wig is always slipping down over one eye, and l simply cannot endure that trick he has of carrying his head to one side, as if he had left-handed spell of the humps. It nearly drives me frantic
 Brother Abe, now tell me honestly do you think he would make good husband?"
 Abe cleared his throat Blossy was in earnest. Blossy could not be laughed at. She was his friend, and Angys friend and she had come to him as to a brother for advice. He, too, had known Samuel as man to man, which was more than any of the sisters could say.
 Stroking his beard thoughtfully, therefore, he seated himself upon a convenient wooden chest, while Blossy slipped her old love letter in and out of the envelope, with that essentially feminine manner of weighing and con- sidering.
 "Naow," began Abe at length, this is somep'n that requires keerful de batin Fust off, haowsomever. yew must remember that wigs an ways never made a man yit. Ez 1 riccolec' Saml, he was booty good ez men go. l should say he wouldn't be any more of a risk teW yew than l was tew Angy; mebbe less. He's got quite a leetle laid by, I understand, an a tidy story-an' -a-half house, an front stoop, an, by golly, cant he cook! He's a splendid housekeeper.
 'HouseWifery." remarked Blossy sagely, as she began to gather her mis- sives together, is an accomplishment to be scorned in young husband, but not in an old one. They say there hasn't been a woman inside Samuel's house since he built it, but it's as clean as soap and sand can make 1t. "
 T bet yer" agreed Abe. 'Hain't never been no fly inside it. neither, warrant yer. Fly cant light arter Samls cleanin' up nohaow; he's got ter skate
 He says he built that little house for me-" said the old lady, as she closed down the lid of the trunk There was wistful note in Blossy's voice which made Abraham declare with a burst of sympathy:
 Faint no disgrace ter git married at no time of life. Samps good per wider; why don't yew snap him uI terday? We'll miss yew lot; but
 Here's the apple picker right over your head" interrupted Blossy tartly and Abe felt himself peremptorily dis missed.
 Scarcely had he left the attic, how ever than she, too, hastened down the | steep, narrow stairs. She spent the remaining hours before train time 1T | donning her beautiful lace gown, anC | in making the woman within 1t as young and rayishing as possible. AnC lovely, indeed, Blossy looked this day with a natural flush of excitement or her cheek, a new sparkle In her bright dark eyes, and with her white hair ar ranged in fashion which might have excited a young girls envy.
 The hour for the train came ant went, and. To! for the first time in tht history of twenty years Captain Darby did not appear.
 Blossy pretended to be relieved, pro testing that she was delighted to fnt that she would now have an extrs hour in which to ponder the question But the second train came and went and still no Captain Darby.
 All the afternoon long Blossy wor, her lace gown, thinking although ther were no more trains from the east ward that day, that Samuel would stil find his way to her He might drive as he usually did in June, or he migh even walk from his home at Twil | Coves, she said.
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