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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Was he going with Jane Mason then, Watts, I forget?" queried the general. "Yes yes," replied McHurdie.
However, in the Biography of Watts McHurdie above-mentioned and aforesaid occur these words, in the same chapter the one entitled "The Large White Plumes": "Let memory with gentle hand cover with her black curtain of soft oblivion all that was painful on that glorious day.
The way the people cheer shows that it is really Watts McHurdie's town." So when Colonel Martin Culpepper wrote the "Biography of Watts McHurdie" which was published together with McHurdie's "Complete Poetical and Philosophical Works," there was naturally much discussion, and the town was more or less divided as to what part of the book was the best.
Watts McHurdie filled Freedom's Banner with incendiary verse, always giving the name of the tune at the beginning of each contribution, by which it might be sung, and the way he clanked Slavery's chains and made love to Freedom was highly disconcerting; but the town liked it. In April Philemon R. Ward came back to Sycamore Ridge, and there was a great gathering to hear his speech.
His handclasp tightened and hers responded, and then he dropped her hand and turned away. The woman felt a desire to scream; she never knew how she choked her desire. But she rushed after him and caught him tightly and sobbed, "Oh, Watts Watts Watts McHurdie are you never going to have any more snap in you than that?"
Then she ran up the stone walk, and on the steps she turned to throw kisses at him, but he did not move until he heard the lock click in the front door. At the livery-stable he found Watts McHurdie bending over some break in his buggy. They walked up the street together.
Here I am a man climbing up my sixties, and when have I seen the moon? Once walking by this very creek here trying to get me courage up to put me arm around her that is now Mary Carnine; once with me head poked up close to the heads of Watts McHurdie, Gabe Carnine, and Philemon Ward, serenading the girls under the Thayer House window the night before we left for the army.
McHurdie gave his treadle a jam and swayed forward over his work and answered, "Marry in haste repent at leisure." But nevertheless that night Watts sat with Nellie Logan on the front porch of the Wards' house, watching the rising harvest moon, while Mrs. Ward, inside, was singing to her baby. Nellie Logan roomed with the Wards, and was bookkeeper in Dorman's store.
But instead of a customer, Mr. J. K. Mercheson, J. K. Mercheson representing Barber, Hancock, and Kohn, yes, the whip trust; that's what they call it, but it is really an industrial organization of the trade, Mr. J. K. Mercheson of New York came in. No, McHurdie did not need anything at present, and he backed into the shop.
McHurdie you don't know how glad I am to see the author of "Home, Sweet Home," and Watts blinks his eyes and pleads not guilty; and she says, 'O dear, excuse the mistake; well, I'm sure you wrote something? And Watts, being sick of love, as Solomon says in his justly celebrated and popular song, Watts looks through his Sunday glasses and doesn't see a blame thing, and smiles and says calmly, 'No, madam, you mistake I am a simple harness maker. And she sidles off looking puzzled, to make room for the one from Massachusetts, who stares at him through her glasses and says, 'So you're Watts McHurdie who wrote the 'The same, madam, says Watts, courting favour.
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