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And then Well, 'Cinda Stone was lef all alone, an' she lived right back o' Drugg's store, an' her father had owed Drugg a power of money 'fore he died a big store bill, ye see. Hopewell Drugg is as soft as butter; mebbe he loved 'Cinda Stone; anyhow he merried her after he'd got the mitten from Amarilla. Huh! ye can't never tell the whys and wherefores of sech things not re'lly."
She had seen better days herself, and knew what it was never to want for anything. One of her cousins merried a very rich old gentleman, and she had heerd that he said he lived ten year longer than if he'd staid by himself without anybody to take care of him. There was nothin' like a wife for nussin' sick folks and them that couldn't take care of themselves.
"Here," she said, indicating a point of brick-red calico which helped to form a many-rayed figure, whose round centre was in bright yellow, "is the first new dress ma had after she got merried, and here," indicating a lilac muslin with white spots, "is her weddin' gown itself.
That give me a scare er the wust kind; an' when I told doctor haow things was, he sez, kinder jokin', "'Better git merried right away, then. Parson Dill is tew come an' see the old lady, an' he'll dew both jobs tew oncet. "'Will yeou, Bewlah? sez I. "'Yes, Hiram, to 'blige yeou, sez she.
"Got friends in the hospital, hev ye?" Then peering curiously under the bonnet of the young female, "Ain't you the gal that merried Atwater?" "O! do you know him? Is he is he alive?" By which eager interrogatives he perceived that she was "the gal." The droll countenance grew solemn. "I ain't edzac'ly prepared to answer that last question, Miss Miss Atwater!" he said, with some embarrassment.
Ball stroked his stained beard. "I useter," he said, reminiscently, "afore I was merried." Joe whistled idly, still watching for Hepsey. "Young feller," said Mr. Ball, again, "there's a great deal of merryin' and givin' in merriage in this here settlement, ain't there?" "Not so much as there might be." "Say, was your mother's name Elmiry Peavey?" "Yes sir," Joe answered, much surprised.
"So you aint merried to her," she kept repeating, her anger at her husband's treacherous memory fast decreasing. "I kinder thought her losin' my money might make a difference, but you're jest as happy with Nellie, aint you?" The question was abrupt, and J.C. colored crimson as he tried to stammer out an answer. "Never you mind," returned Janet, noticing his embarrassment.
"Thar's a friend of mine what brakes, and he wants the surplus to wear to a maskyrade. I told him he could go as a preacher. He's asavin' to git merried, so he don't want to give much." "He shell hev it fer a quarter," said Amarilly, friend to all lovers, "and I'll lend him a mask. I hev one the property man at the theayter give me." "I wonder," meditated Gus, "where the surplus will land next?"
"Hain't ye got no guess whar he be gone?" asked Birt, dismayed by this strange new complication. "Waal, I hev been studyin' it out ez Nate mought hev rid ter Parch Corn, whar his great-uncle, Joshua Peters, lives him that merried my aunt, Melissy Baker, ez war a widder then, though born a Scruggs.
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