West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1915-10-14

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They one and all thought he had.
They knew he would do II, no matter
what they thought. His method, as
usual. was bis own. He stepped, TO
the adjoining field. and. selectina q
ciod with the steely polish OF the pillow.
share upon It threw II at the msA
IL struck her on the flank She gather.
cd her feet under her In sudden alarm.
then slowly relaxed, looked slyly for
the old man, found him. and under.
standing, suddenly wheeled and am.
bled on home. leaving Seffy prone on
the ground as her part OF the Joke.
The old man brought Seffy In tri
umph to the store-porch.
"Chust stopped you afore you got
to be anchel!" he was saying. I'VE
couldn't bear to sink about you being
a anchel-an' wiss the anchels stand
"a harp upon your forehead, n crown
within your hand. I expect--when It's
complaining time"
Seffy grinned cheerfully. brushed OF
the dust and contemplated his fathers
watch-held accusingIy against him.
Old Baumgartner went on gaily.
About an inch and n half apast
ten! Seffy. I'm glad you amt break
Ing your reputation for being fast
nachich. Chust about a quarter OF an
inch too late for the prize wiss -four
on It's hair and arms and its frock
pinned up to show its new petticoati
Uhu! III l had such a nice petit.
coat" he initiated the lady In ques.
ton. TO the tremendous delight OF the
gentle loafers.
Sefy stared a little and rubbed
some dust out OF his eyes. He was
pleasant but dun.
"Yassir. Sef. IL you'd a-got yere at q
inch and quarter apastl Now Sans
got her. Down in the cellar a-lIcking
molasses togetherl Doggone IL Sam
don't git eferysing-except his due
bills. He don't want to be no ancheI
tell he dies. He's got fun enough yere
but Sefy-you're like the flow OF
molasses In January-at counting"
This oblique suasion made no I'm.
preston on Seffy. 1t is doubtful IL he
understood it at all. The loafers be-
gan TO smile. One laughed. The old
man checked him with threat OF per.
sonal harm.
Hold on there, Jefferson Dafs Bus.
by" he child. IL don't allow no one
TO laugh at my Seffy-except chust me
account I'm his daddy. It's a fight.
word the next time you do it."
Mr.. Busby Strengthened his coun.
tenance.
He don't seem to notice-nor keer
bout gals-do he?"
No one spoke.
NO. durn him, he amt no good.
Say-what'n you give for him, hah?
Yere he goes to the highest bidder
for richer. for poorer, for better, for
worser. up and down. in and out.
swing your partners-what's bid? He
ken pillow as crooked as a mules hind
leg, sleep hard as a 'possum in winter.
time, eat like a snake, git left efery
time-but he ken ketch fish. They
wait on him. What's bId?"
No one would hazard bid.
"Yit minute" shouted the old fel.
low, pulling out his bullseye watch
again. what's bid? Going-going-all
done-going-"
"a dollar!"
The bid came from behind him. and
the voice was beautiful to hear. A
CLEAN came into the old mans eyes as
he heard It. He deliberately put the
watch back in its pocket, put on his
spectacles. and turned, as II she were
a stranger.
"Gone!" he announced then. Who's
the purchaser? Come forwards and
take away you property. What's the
name, please?" Then he pretended to
recognize her. "Oachl Sally! Well,
that's lucky! He goes in good hands.
He's sound and kind. but needs the
whip" He held out his hand for the
dollar.
1t was the girl OF whom he had
spoken accurately as a prize. Her
sleeves were turned up as far as they
would go, revealing some soft lace
trimmed Wilderness, and there was