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Wherever a "tazia" or tomb is a-building, there gather all the Mohurrum performers, the Nal Sahebs or Lord Horse-shoes, the tigers and the mummers of Protean disguise. The spot becomes an "Akhada" or tryst at which the tomb-builders entertain all comers with draughts of sherbet or sugared water, but not with betel which has no place in seasons of mourning.
This gro-o-oanin' world 's too dark and dre-e-ar for the saints' e ter nal rest, This hymn, if it did not wholly reconcile one to death, enabled one to look upon life with sufficient solemnity. It was a thousand pities, she thought, that the old hearse was so shabby and rickety, and that Gooly Eldridge, who drove it, would insist on wearing a faded peach-blow overcoat.
After the usual annoying delay the horses were dismissed with an excellent start. Bijou jumped immediately to the front, and Nal threw his hat high into the air. "Ain't she a cyclone?" he shouted, standing upon the wagon seat and waving his stop-watch. "Look at her, I say, look at her!" The people in his vicinity stared, smiled, and finally cheered. Most of them knew Nal and liked him well.
"Hush," she said, panting, "grandfather would take a quirt to me if he knew I was here, but, Nal dear, I jest had to come. I've been talkin' with the old man, an' he won't let me leave him, but I'll be true to you, Nal, true as steel, an' you'll be true to me, won't you? Grandfather won't last long, he's " "Tough," said Mr. Roberts, "tough as abalone, tough as the hondo of my lariat.
Damn it I ain't a swearin', Mis' Root damn it, I say, she's a shuttin' 'em out! She's done it!! The race is won!!!" He jumped from the wagon and plunged into the crowd, which respectfully made way for him. "I've somethin' to tell ye, Mandy," said Mr. Roberts, some ten months later. I feel kind o' mean, too. But I done it for you; for love o' you, Mandy." "Yes, Nal; what is it?"
With fingers interlaced they gazed tranquilly at each other, eloquently silent. Then the man bent his head and kissed her. "Marry my Mandy!" cried old man Bobo, a few hours later. "Why, Nal, ye must be crazy! Ye're both children." "I'm twenty-two," said Mr.
She won't marry till I give the word an' I ain't agoin' to give the word." He snapped his lantern jaws, and grinned in Nal's face. The selfishness which rated its sordid interest paramount to any consideration for others appalled the young man. How could he stem this tide of avarice, this torrent of egoism? "So love don't go?" said Nal shortly. "No, sonny, love don't go leastways not with me."
I suspicioned he'd peter out when Pap Spooner died, but he fooled us the worst kind. No, Mandy, the old gentleman ain't a-goin', as he says, till he gits ready. He told me that to-day, an' he ain't a liar. He's close as a clam, is Mr. Bobo, but he ain't no liar. As for bein' true to you, Mandy why dern it my heart's jest froze to yours, it don't belong to Nal Roberts no longer."
"Mebbe you think I'm after the grease," remarked Nal with deliberation, "but I ain't. Folks say ye're rich, Mr. Bobo, but I don't keer for that. I'm after Mandy, an' I'll take her in her chimmy." "I'll be damned if ye will, Nal! Ye won't take Mandy at all, an' that's all there is about it." "Say," said Mr.
A sailor hat price, trimmed, forty-five cents overshadowed her smiling face, and a new dress cleverly fashioned out of white cheese cloth, embellished her person. She had been watching her lover closely for upwards of an hour, but expressed superlative surprise at seeing him. "Why, Nal," she said demurely "this ain't you? You are acquainted with Mis' Root, I guess?"
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