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Show NOT DEVOTED ENOUGH. He Wan Persistent but Didn't Quite Fill the Hill. Sam Potts met Moll Dorch in the road. "Wy how is you, Sister Moll?" "I gives you thanks dat I'se well, Binder Sam. Is all yo' erfairs in do prosperous 'dition?" . ' "Mightly, sister, mightly. Haugs git-tin' git-tin' fatter an' fatter ever day, an' de cows gib so much milk we doan know whut ter do 'bout it. . Whicher way you gwino under de rays o' (lis yere lubly inawninT "Jes er walkin' roun' tor 'joy de fresh a'r o' de season." "You looks like yon 'joys de season, an' de season looks like it 'joys you, sister, sis-ter, fur I 'cl'ar to goodness I aint seed such a putty lady sense I wan't mo' den er year ole." t 'Go on, man, you kain't compermen me." 'I an'ttryin' ter compermen you )os tryin' ter tell you some truf. I'se had dis yere eye on you fur some time, an' ef ole Bob ever dies, w'yl wants you mighty bad. Yere me?" " 'Cose I yeres yon; but look yere, man, me an' Bob dun been maird too laung ter talk datter way." . "Doan kere how launc you been maird, he mout die." . "Yas, Bruder Sam, dat is de truf. Sav Sis Moll, ef Bob does die woan von promise ter bo my speret an' de bride sav come? Oh, I's coatin de skripter on you now, an' you kain't git out f urn under un-der dat. Yere me?" " 'Cose I yeres you, but I doan wanter promise ter mair you." "It is becaze you doan lub me, ain t it '" "Oh, no, dat ain't de cause." "Whut is, den?" V'v ' it's dis: Ef I wuzter promise ter mair you in de case Bob dies , you-do you-do vou know whut you would do. "Whut would I do, sweet lady.' "You'd pizen Bob, dat's whut you d do "No I declare I wouldn't. I wottldn t do notbin' like dat fur niuch money ez I could stan' flat footed an hf. "C Sam. Tse er feered you mout nien him. Oh, I knows you men. I P-A,lmv eves shet all de time Ts 5,7 ain't. You'd pizen dnt man sho, ef I wuzter promise ter m?you,IsvvardatIwouldnVthe Sde'antLdonothir g. No I wouldn't puen him. Sis M An' ef I wuzter promise dis minit ter ' mair you xvhen Bob dies, you say you ttaff fwar 'fo de Lawd I W-UShden. ef you vouldn't pizen him Av ain't no use in promism you. Ue man tot doan lub er lady hard er nuff , "piren er pusson sohe kin gtt her am t Z idee o' mber. fioon way now . Tain teeter gib you my 'fection, . Arkansaw Traveler. |