Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 28, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 August 1893 — The Woman in the Case. [ARTICLE]

The Woman in the Case.

One vyarm day In the mountains of Tennessee I rode up to a house where there was a woman drawing a bucket of water with an old-fashioned wollsweop and askod if sho would give me a drink. She was only too glad to bo hospitablo, and brought me out a gourdful. As I drank at it slowly and with evident relish, she watched me curiously. “Purty good critter you air ridin',” sho ventured. “Thank you, yes; he belongs to a friend of mine." “Purty niOo looking yersolf,” sho added, in quite the samp tope she bad used in speaking of tho horsq. “Thangs,” I responded, surprised Into blushing, but sho never noticed 1 it. “Air yo marriod?" sho wont on. "No, I'm a bachelor.” “Reckon yor erboiit ez well off that; way; p'raps a lootlo better. I’m marriod myself." “Weil, I think it would have boon a! great improvement ovor my prosont condition if I had marriod Borne frbod,’ sensible girl ton years ago and sottlod down. I’m sure I should havo been a much happier man.” Sho thougnt for a minuie before answering. “Likely,” she said at last; “but how’d tho woman be foolin’ by now?” Of courso I had an argument to offor, but when I went away, ten minutos later, I could plainly see she was thinking about tho woman in tho ease—Froo Press.