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Two days later Pliny Pickett stopped to speak to Scattergood in front of the hardware store. Pliny supplemented and amplified the weekly newspaper, and so was very useful to Baines. "Hear tell Ol' Man Spackles is sparkin' Grandmother Penny," Pliny said, with a grin. "Don't figger nothin' 'll come of it, though. Their childern won't allow it." "Won't allow it, eh? What's the reason?
Aunt Poll had gone to bed; Zekle was going the nightly rounds of his barns, to see to the stock; Long Snapps was aware of opportunity, the secret of success. "Sally," said he, "is that feller sparkin' you?" Sally laughed a little, and something, perhaps the blaze, reddened her face. "I don't know," said the pretty hypocrite, demurely.
"I'm just breathin' my last!" All the hands began yelling at us. "No sparkin' here!" "None o' them love pinches, Rowena!" "I swan to man if that Dutchman ain't cuttin' us all out!" "Quit courtin' an' pass them molasses, sweetness!" "Mo' po'k an' less honey, thar!" this from a Missourian. "Magnus, your pardner's cuttin' you out!"
"The purtiest wench I ever seen," babbled Sheldrake, "was the one me and you spied through the winder at Blennerhassett's, that night Aaron Burr and his pard from Virginy stopped over. I'll never forgit how we snuck up and seen them two sparkin' on the sofy." "Right you are, Abe; and I was a damned fool not to nab her that day, when she was pullin' posies in the woods "
He returned to his chair beside the desk and sat in it, facing Leviatt, and speaking with heavy sarcasm. "The stray-man's the only one of the whole bunch that's doin' anything," he said. "Sure," sneered Leviatt; "he's gettin' paid for sparkin' Mary Radford." "Mebbe he is," returned Stafford. "I don't know as I'd blame him any for that. But he's been doin' somethin' else now an' then, too."
"Thar hain't nothin' else I'd ruther do save ter hold ye in my arms." "I reckon ye knows I've done took oath thet no man could ever come on this place sparkin'." "I war right glad ter hev ye say that Hit kept other fellers away, an' any man thet hit could skeer off wasn't hardly wuth hevin' round nohow. But thet war afore ye fell in love with me." "Fell in love with ye?"
"More likes he's goin' a sparkin'," suggested one of the idlers. "The gal up ter the squire's holds herself pooty high an' mighty, but like as not she's as plaguey fond of bundling with a good-looking man on the sly as most wenches." "If she 's set on that, I'm her man," remarked Bagby. "Bundling?" questioned the covenant servant. "What 's that?"
"No, I haven't been sparkin' with him, Andy; at least, not lately. He's my husband. We got married three months ago." "And didn't tell me?" said Andy, between pleasure and anger. "No, we wanted to come over here, and we couldn't have come if it hadn't been for the money you sent." "Why, Dora, how mean you treated Andy!" broke out Margaret.
On arriving home they found a hearty supper awaiting their attention, after a due observance had been paid to the rites of the toilet. This observance seemed to demand much more time than ever before, to the great amusement of Lund, who had anticipated as much all day. "Are all you folks going sparkin', that you are so careful of your complexions?
"What's up now?" he demanded. "Hell!" muttered Dale. He told Maison the whole story with some reservations. "I was sparkin' her like I've been doin' for a long time. We had a tiff over over somethin' an' I pushed her. She fell over, hittin' her head." "You damned fool!" snapped Maison. Dale was not Sanderson, and Maison felt the authority of his position. "This is Peggy Nyland, isn't it?
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