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William took it. "You're a great fool, 'Lizabeth." "Good-bye, William." She took up her basket and walked slowly back to the house; William watched her for a moment or two, swore, and returned to his horse. He did not ride home wards, but down the valley, where he spent the day at the "Compton Arms." When he returned home, which was not before midnight, he was boisterously drunk.
William turned, emptied his glass at a gulp, and began to mix a second. "There, there; you never look so well as when you're angered, 'Lizabeth." "'Twas a coward's trick," she panted. "Christmas-time, you spitfire. So you ain't married yet? Lord! I don't wonder they fight shy of you; you'd be a handful, my vixen, for any man to tame. How's the old man?" "He'll never be better."
'Lizabeth set bottle and glass before him, and stood watching as he mixed the stuff. "So you're only a private." William set down the kettle with some violence. "You still keep a cursedly rough tongue, I notice." "An' you've been a soldier five year. I reckoned you'd be a sergeant at least," she pursued simply, with her eyes on his undecorated sleeve. William took a gulp.
"It's troubled me, since, that way you burnt the will, an' us turnin' you out; for in a way the place belonged to you. The old man meant it, anyhow." "Well," said 'Lizabeth, setting down her basket, and looking him full in the eyes. "Well, I reckon we might set matters square, you an' me, 'Lizabeth, by marryin' an' settlin' down comfortable.
The Bible says an ass spoke up once and reproved a man, and I reckon if an ass can reprove a man, so can a woman. And it looks to me like men stand in need of reprovin' now as much as they did in Balaam's days. "Jacob died the follerin' fall, and 'Lizabeth got shed of her troubles. The triflin' scamp never married her for anything but her money.
"An' I reckon William said true," she wound up. "If 'Lizabeth don't know which side her bread's buttered she's no better nor a fool an' William's another." "I dunno," said the farmer; "it's a queer business, an' I don't fairly see my way about in it. I'm main puzzled what can ha' become o' that will I witnessed for th' old man." "She's a fool, I say."
I reckoned, back along, 'Lizabeth, as you an' he might come to an understandin'." "William's naught to me." "Look here!" cried the old man sharply; "he treated you bad, did William." "Who says so?" "Why, all the folks. Lord bless the girl! do 'ee think folks use their eyes without usin' their tongues? An' I wish it had come about, for you'd ha' kept en straight.
"Though I hadn't decided to when I came away, and Polly'll make a great hole in that cold roast pork, for I never said a word as to what she should have for supper. She's come to have no more sense than a child, and some things are bad to eat at night. But if she makes herself sick she'll have to suffer." "I'll have some tea made " "No, 'Lizabeth, don't fuss.
"Eh! tha' art a queer, old-womanish thing," she said. "If tha'd been our 'Lizabeth Ellen tha'd have give me a kiss." Mary looked stiffer than ever. "Do you want me to kiss you?" Martha laughed again. "Nay, not me," she answered. "If tha' was different, p'raps tha'd want to thysel'. But tha' isn't. Run off outside an' play with thy rope."
Perez knows as much about bringing up a boy as a hen does about the Ten Commandments, and 'Lizabeth made him promise not to lick the youngster and a whole lot more foolishness. School don't commence here till October, so we got him a job with Lem Mullett at the liv'ry stable. He's boardin' with Lem till school opens.
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