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I've seen Julian Marbolt mad madder'n hell; but I ain't never seen him jest as mad as he is against your beau. When Tresler gits right he's got to quit quick. I've been wonderin' what's fixed your father like that. Guess you ain't been crazy enough to tell him that Tresler's been sparkin' you?"
"Said he didn't want supper, and like ez not he's gone over to see that fammerly at the Summit. There's a little girl thar he's sparkin', about his own age." "His own age!" said Minty, indignantly. "Why, she's double that, if she's a day. Well if he ain't the triflinest, conceitednest little limb that ever grew! I'd like to know where he got it from it wasn't mar's style." Mr.
Hit wuzn't beca'se I thought I might git him fer myself some time, no, hit wuzn't that, Mr. Gwynne. I ain't setch a fool as to think he could ever want to be sparkin' me. I reckon Ike Stain tole ye I wuz jealous. Well, I wuzn't, I declare to goodness I wuzn't. Hit wuz beca'se I jest couldn't 'low her to git married to him, knowin' whut I do.
But Mr Fuller and I were out of town that night and the young men missed their great opportunity. 'Had a differ'nt way o' sparkin' years ago, said Uncle Eb. 'Didn't never hev if please anybody but the girl then. If ye liked a girl ye went an' sot up with her an' gin her a smack an' tol' her right out plain an' square what ye wanted. An' thet settled it one way er t' other.
I made it up that I 'd speak about the time when we wuz boys together; uv how we used to slide down the meetin'-house hill, an' go huckleberryin'; uv how I jumped into the pond one day an' saved him from bein' drownded; uv the spellin' school, the huskin' bees, the choir meetin's, the sparkin' times; of the swimmin' hole, the crow's nest in the pine-tree, the woodchuck's hole in the old pasture lot; uv the sunny summer days an' the snug winter nights when we wuz boys, an' happy!
It don't suit his book for our dandy second mate to be sparkin' the owner's granddaughter abaft the lantern. You take my tip, Tagg, that other woman, Mrs. Haxton, is as mean as, sin, an' she blew the gaff to-night when she dropped on 'em after supper." "I've always thought her a bit of a cat," agreed Tagg. "An' wot did you say?" "Say, I tole 'im to do his dirty work hisself.
There was a sight er lovely women-folks raound taown; but aunt she set her foot daown that Mis Flint must be smart, pious, an' good-natered; harnsome she didn't say nothin' abaout, bein' the humliest woman in the State er Maine. I hed my own calk'lations on that pint, an' went sparkin' two or three er the pootiest gals, all that winter.
It do seem nateral to me, for when our young niggars go sparkin' and spendin' evenings, dey most commonly marries. It stand to reason. But, Massa, I is bery bad indeed wid dis dreadful pain in my infernal parts I is indeed. Oh," said he, smackin' his lips, and drainin' his glass, "dat is def to a white man, but life to a niggar; dat is sublime.
"Got a message from Tom Poole!" he roared, loud enough to be heard at Mrs. Fraser's across the valley. "He says to tell you he's comin' down sparkin' to-morrow night!" Miss Cotton flashed into the doorway, white with rage.
His beard was gone, and a new hat and suit of clothes altered his appearance wonderfully. "What have you been doing to yourself, Perry?" "Fixing up so't I kin go sparkin' as well as you, brother darling," returned the tramp, forcing a gurgling laugh. "What's up here? Iris dead you her murderer!" "Don't be a fool, Perry, she's only fainted." "But I heard her scream murder."
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