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Sister Parsons hez money enough to settle her darter Meely comfortably on her own land; and I've heard tell that you and Meely was only waitin' till you was ordained to be jined together.
"I ain' seen 'em swum es dey swum roun' Miss Meely," he muttered, while Aunt Verbeny shook her fist at him behind the stranger's back. "De a'r wuz right thick wid 'em." "I reckon dis chile'll be mah'r'd soon es she sets her min' on it," returned Delphy indignantly. "She ain' gwineter have ter do much cuttin' er de eyelashes, needer. De beaux come natch'ul."
"If you let me help you, Sister Hiler," said the young man with a cheerfulness that belied any overwhelming heart affection, and awakened in the widow a feminine curiosity as to his real feelings to Meely. But her further questioning was met with a frank, amiable, and simple brevity that was as puzzling as the most artful periphrase of tact.
So'd you be ef you'd bin whar I hev," he said with harrowing mystery. "No! say!" said Meely eagerly. At which Johnny, clutching at the top of the fence, with hurried breath told his story. But not all.
"Meet me at the burnt pine down the crossroads at four o'clock," he said in conclusion, "and I'll show ye." "Why not now?" said Meely impatiently. "Couldn't. Much as my life is worth! Must keep watching out! You come at four." And with an assuring nod he released the fence and trotted off.
You'll hev an easier time of it, Brother Gideon, than poor Marvin Hiler had," she continued, suppressing her tears with a certain astringency that took the place of her lost pride; "but the Lord wills that some should be tried and some not." "But I am not going to marry Meely Parsons," said Gideon quietly. The widow took her foot from the rocker. "Not marry Meely!" she repeated vaguely.
If it is, it is the Lord's will. But I do not marry Meely because my life and my ways henceforth must lie far beyond her sphere of strength. I oughtn't to drag a young inexperienced soul with me to battle and struggle in the thorny paths that I must tread." "I reckon you know your own mind," said Sister Hiler grimly.
The only fault I ever saw in poor Meely was that she wouldn't put currants in her fruit cake. Tom was always fond of currants " in a moment she abruptly recalled herself. "My dear, I don't say you haven't had your trials," she went on. "Dudley isn't a saint, but I don't believe even the Lord expects a man to be that. It doesn't seem to set well on them."
I shall write to him as soon as I have time, and to your Aunt Meely." In another hour the head of the column arrived in the midst of a pouring rain at Jamestown, which is the capital of Russell County. It was the 17th of January. It had been clear in the morning; but the rain began to fall not a quarter of an hour before the column reached the town.
Then all of a suddent Lance stopped as rigid as a pointer that's flushed somethin', and says, 'B'gosh! And thar, under a big redwood, sat that slimy hypocrite Bulger, twisting his long mustaches and smiling like clockwork alongside o' little Meely Baker you know her, the pootiest of the two sisters and she smilin' back on him.
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