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Compliment came hardly and aardly to Sairl's hand, and whispered: "I reckon I won't see no gals thet's as purty as you be, Sally I

reckon ye knohether I goes or stays, we're a-goin' ter git hed, a little bitterly In the last day,

she had ceased to be a child, and beco

possibilities of a woman's intuitions

"Samson," she said, "I hain't askin' ye ter als thet kin read an' write--I reckon mebby

ye'll think diff'rent I can't hardly spell out printin' in the fust

reader"

Her lover's voice was scornful of the iers, as a recruit

may be of the battle terrors--before he has been under fire He slipped

his arm about her and drew her over to him

"Honey," he said, "ye needn't fret about thet Readin' an' writin'

can't hty ioin' ter think diff'rent atter awhile," she insisted "When

ye goes, I hain't a-goin' ter be expectin' ye ter come backBut"

--the resolution in her voice for a oin' ter be hopin'!"

"Sally!" The boy rose, and paced up and down in the road "Air ye

goin' ter be ag'inst me, too? Don't ye see that I wants ter have a

chanst? Can't ye trust

I'm plumb tired of bein' ornery an' no 'count"

She nodded

"I've done told ye," she said, wearily, "thet I thinks ye ought ter do

hit"