The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1915-08-05

I'd ruther to GIT whipped ATTY bun.
derd times n 70 halter go to bed In
the daytime with Aunt Minerva look.
In at you. An her specs can sea
right thoo you plumb to the bone.
Nav, / can't come over there cause
she made me promise not to. amt
never go back on my word yit."
nope mama won't never ask. me
to promise her nothing a tall, cause
I'm mighty curious bout forgetting. |
spec I'm the most forgettingest little
boy they is. But Pm SO glad Pm so
good. | ain't never going to be ba-
no more; so you might just a."'well
quit begging me to come over and
swing, you needn't ask me no more
tain't no use a tall"
i amt a-begging YOU" cried Billy
contemptuously, you can set on va
mammy's grass where you Is, an be
good from now tell Judgement Day an
won't make no change In my bust
ness"
amt going to be 'ticed into no
meanness, cause I'm so good" con.
tnued the reformed one, after short
silence during which he had seen
Sarah Jane turn her back to hi !.
but don't blieve it'll be no harm
Jus to come over and set in the sw,np
WITH you; maybe | can 'fuence you
10 De goou hke me and keep you from
uclhg little boys into mischief.
inlnk III Just come over and set a
While and help you to be good" and
ne started to the fence. Sarah Jane
turned around In time to Illustrate his
plans.
You git right back, Jimmy" she
yelled, you git erway f'om dat-ar
renee an quit confabbin' wild dat-ar
Willyum. Fixin' to make some mo-
lnjuns out O. yo-selfs, amt yeh, or
some yuther kin O. skeercrows?
Billy strolled to the other side Of
the big yard and climbed up and got
on the tall gate post. A stranger,
coming from the opposite direction,
stopped and spoke to him.
Does Mr.. John Smith live here."
he asked
Nav, sir" was the reply; don't no
Mr.. tall live here; jest me an Aunt
Minerva, an she turns up her nose
at anything that wears pants"
And where could I find your Aunt
=
gratiating and agreeable.
why, this here's Monday" the lit-
tie boy exclaimed. "Of course she's
at the Aid; all the 'omans roun here
goes to the Aid on Monday"
Your aunt Is an old friend OF
mine." went on the man, "and knew
she was at the Aid. just wanted to
find out If you'd tell the truth about
her. Some little boys tell stories, but
| am glad to find out you are so truth
full. My name is Mr.. Algernon Jones'
and Pm glad to know you. ShakeI
Put 1t there, partner" and the fasci-
mating stranger held out grimy paw.
Billy smiled down from his perch
at him and thought he had never met
such pleasant man. If he was such
an old friend Of mis- aunt's maybe she
would not object to him because ha
wore pants, he thought. Maybe she
might be persuaded to take Mr.. Jones
for husband. Billy almost hoped
that she would hurry home from the
Aid. he wanted to see the two togetin.
er so.
'Is you much Of cusser?" he asked
solemnly, cause If you is you'll
halter cut IL out on tneSe PREMISES
Mr. Jones seemed much surprised
and hurt at the question.
IAN oath never passed these lips"
replied the truthful gentleman
Can you churn?"
"Churn-churn? with a reminis~
cent smile, 81 can churn like q
top"
Jimmy was dying Of curiosity, but
the gate was too far away for him to
do more than, catch q word now and
then. 1t was also out Of Sarah James
visual line. So sh9' knew nothing Of
the strangers 93Vent.
"And you're bere all by yourselff''
insinuated Billy'ss new friend. "And
the folks next do6r. where are they?"
Mrs. Gamers Eat the Aid, an MIR.
Garner's gone toSMemphis. That in