Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-08-13
How She
Cot Him
By MARTHA V. MONROE

Didn't l never tell you how your
Uncle Cyrus and | come to get mar
ried? Well, I'll tell you all about 1t
now. Your uncle was a long, lean,
rawboned young Teller, twenty-five
years old, and had the farm walk. l
don't know where our farmer boys git
that walk onless it comes from foller-
in the pillow. But Cy was a Study fel-
Ter and had a lot o. stuff In him. 1
knew two young women that wanted
him, and l made a third. But the 9TH
er two was either of 'em so u bet
ter fixed than | that | didn't think
there was n chance for me, though
1 didn't see much prospect OF any OF
us havln' him cause he was 50 mod
est he wouldn't be likely to think any
of us would have him and wouldn't
propose.
One day when I'd been to the store
for some things / wanted and was
walkin' home Cy come down into the
road by a COW path and jined me.
"Mornin', Miss Harker," he said.
"Mornin', Mr.. Rogers" l answered.
"You got a lot o. red in your cheeks
this mornin'. It's powerful becomin'."
He was lookin' at me kind o. admirin'.
Seems to me either the young fellers
about here have mighty poor taste or
you don't want to git married"
"Oh, law sakesl Mr.. Rogers, there's no
one wants to marry a girl with no
property of her own and no prospects"
"Would you RELY like to git married?"
"Of course | would. L don't know
any girl that wants to be an old maid;
/ don't, shore"
"If you feel that away ! reckon I
kin help you out. l know a man that
lost his wife about a year & and
wants to git married to have ONE un
to take keer of his children. l wouldn't
mind intrOducin' him to YOU
Fust Off l was mad at his talkin' like
that instead o. wantin' me for him
self, but purity oon l reckoned he was
so modest that he hadn't the spunk to
put himself forward and vas hidin'
himself behind the widower. So 1
didn't let on | suspected, and l says:
MIR. Rogers, IL you kin get me that
situation I'll be Eve SO much obleeged
TO you"
He didn't look very cheerful at my
bein' willin' to take up with somebody
else, but he didn't say anything except
that he'd bring the widower to see me.
l told him the sooner the better, for L
rnkox. o4tff.,b on md n44tsfu soon ounn q
widower with a hull lot O. children
wouldn't look at me-.
| knew well enough that his widow
er was all In his Imagination. When
ever met after that l asked him
around "rn L. Ff.a;at, g e Was so the spring IN plant
in that kept him too busy to do any
thing else; then the wheat had to be
cut, then the corn, and when the crops
was all got in | hadn't seen the wild
over at all. One evenin' when l was
drivin' the cows home Cy Joined me
ON the road. | made up my mind that
1 wasn't gOin' to be foolin' along that
away any longer. so | said, says 1:
"Mr. Rogers, | thort you was goin' to
keep me from bein' an old maid by git
tin me the position O. mother to a
mans motherless children. I'm mighty
disappointed. It's half a year since
you made. that promise, and you hain't
kept 1t yit."
"'Tain't my fault" says Cy. 81 made
the promise at the wrong time. Eff a
farmers goin' to promise anything he
oughtn't to do it in the spring, when
the summer works jist comm on"
81 thort the spring was jist the sea-
son for lovemakin'. Eff you'd brought
yer man to see me then like enough
we'd done enough courtin' by this time
to be married"
Cy didn't look very happy over 1t.
But he didn't seem able to git up
enough courage to go on with his way
O. courtin', and l made up my mind to
boost him.
''TeIl you what, Mr. Rogers" ! says,
you bring yer man round Saturday
night and I'll forgive you for all the
time you've wasted. Now, don't you
forget it. Come about 8 o'clock. and
I'll be ready for him."
l smiled at him the best l knowed
how, and jist then we come to the lane
leadin' down to the barn, and | turned
the cows into it, follerin' 'em myself.
and Cy went on down the road.
When Saturday night come round l
put on my Sunday clothes and made
myself look as well as / could. A
leetle before 8 l see Cy comm down
the road. OF course he was alone, for
his wldower was no more a human be-
in than a scarecrOw In a cOrnfield Is.
When he knocked at the door l opened
1t, and he, bein' alone, l said, says l:
"Where's your manY'
Cy was maxim up excuses when l