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Golyer my friends ain't fellers! What's that to you, who he was?" "Susie Barringer, we have been keeping company now a matter of a year. I have loved you well and true: I would have give my life to save you any little care or trouble. I never dreamed of nobody but you not that I was half good enough for you, but because I did not know any better man around here.
Ef it ain't too late, Susie, I ask you to be my wife. I will love you and care for you, good and true." Before this solemn little speech was finished, Susie was crying and biting her bonnet-strings in a most undignified manner. "Hush, Al Golyer!" she burst out. "You mustn't talk so. You are too good for me. I am kind of promised to that fellow. I 'most wish I had never seen him."
Golyer started to his feet, trembling in every limb, and looking furtively over his shoulder out into the night. Quickly recovering himself, he turned to resume his place. But the moment he dropped Gershom's hand, the medium had dropped his pencil, and had sunk back in his chair in a deep and deathlike slumber.
"Wail, maybe so," said Golyer with a weary smile "leastways I've been a-running this spade into the ground all the morning, and " "You want buttermilk that's your idee: ain't it, now?" "Well, Mizzes Barringer, I reckon you know my failin's." The good woman trotted off to the dairy, and Susie sewed demurely, waiting with some trepidation for what was to come next.
It was the next morning that Miss Susie vaulted over the fence where Allen Golyer was digging the hole for Colonel Blood's apple tree. "Something middlin' particular," continued Golyer, resolutely. "There is no use leaving your work," said Miss Barringer pluckily. "I will stay and listen." Poor Allen began as badly as possible: "Who was that feller with you yesterday?" "Thank you, Mr.
The good sense and industry of Golyer and the practical helpfulness of his wife found their full exercise in the care of his spreading fields and growing orchards. The Warsaw merchants fought for his wheat, and his apples were known in St. Louis. Mrs.
It's been a long while sence you've crossed my sill. But I'm gitting to be quite the style. Young Lawyer Marshall is a-coming up this evening to see my Gershom." Before Mr. Golyer started he filled a basket, "to make himself welcome and pay for the show," with the reddest and finest fruit of his favorite apple tree.
It was positively not until a week later, when she met Allen Golyer at choir-meeting, that she remembered that this man knew the secret of her baffled hopes. She blushed scarlet as he approached her: "Have you got company home, Miss Susie?" "Yes that is, Sally Withers and me came together, and " "No, that's hardly fair to Tom Fleming: three ain't the pleasantest company. I will go home with you."
Allen Golyer, apparently unconscious in his fatigue of the cap which Dame Barringer was vicariously setting for him, walked away with his spade on his shoulder, and the good woman went systematically to work in making Susie miserable by sharp little country criticisms of her heart's idol. Day after day wore on, and, to Dame Barringer's delight and Susie's dismay, Mr. Leon did not come.
A curious or superstitious neighbor was added from time to time to the circle, and their reports heightened the half-uncanny interest with which the Chaney house was regarded. It was on a moist and steamy evening of spring that Allen Golyer, standing by his gate, saw Saul Chaney slouching along in the twilight, and hailed him: "What news from the sperrits, Saul?"
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