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Don’t know jes what all occurred
Next ten seconds–Nary word,
But my heart jes drapt, stobbed thue,
And whirlt over and come to.–
Wrenched a big quart bottle from
That fool-boy!–and cut my thumb
On his little fiste-teeth–helt
Him snug in one arm, and felt
That-air little heart o’ his
Churn the blood o’ Wigginses
Into that old bead ‘at spun
Roun’ her, spilt at Lexington!
His k’niptions, like enough,
He’pped us both,–though it was rough–
Rough on him, and rougher on
Me when last his nerve was gone,
And he laid there still, his face
Fishin’ fer some hidin’-place
Jes a leetle lower down
In my breast than he ‘d yit foun’!

Last I kindo’ soothed him, so’s
He could talk.–And what you s’pose
Them-air revelations of
Poke’s was? . . . He’d ben writin’ love-
Letters to Melviney, and
Givin her to understand
They was from “a young man who
Loved her,” and–“the violet’s blue
‘N sugar’s sweet”–and Lord knows what!
Tel, ‘peared-like, Melviney got
S’ interested in “the young
Man,” Poke he says, ‘at she brung
A’ answer onc’t fer him to take,
Statin’ “she’d die fer his sake,”
And writ fifty xs “fer
Love-kisses fer him from her!”
I was standin’ in the road
By the buggy, all I knowed
When Poke got that fer.–“That’s why,”
Poke says, “I ‘fessed up the lie–
Had to–’cause I see,” says he,
“‘Viney was in airnest–she
Cried, too, when I told her.–Then
She swore me, and smiled again,
And got Pap and Mother to
Let me hitch and drive her thue
Into Chinkypin, to be
At Aunt ‘Rindy’s Chris’mas-tree–
That’s to-night.” Says I, “Poke–durn
Your lyin’ soul!–‘s that beau o’ hern–
That–she–loves–Does he live in
That hellhole o’ Chinkypin?”
“No,” says Poke, “er ‘Viney would
Went some other neighborhood.”
“Who is the blame whelp?” says I.
“Promised ‘Viney, hope I’d die
Ef I ever told!” says Poke,
Pittiful and jes heart-broke–
“‘Sides that’s why she left the place,–
‘She caint look him in the face
Now no more on earth!’ she says.–“
And the child broke down and jes
Sobbed! Says I, “Poke, I p’tend
T’ be your friend, and your Pap’s friend,
And your Mother’s friend, and all
The boys‘ friend, little, large and small–
The whole fambily’s friend–and you
Know that means Melviney, too.–
Now–you hush yer troublin!’–I’m
Go’ to he’p friends ever’ time–
On’y in this case, you got
To he’p me–and, like as not
I kin he’p Melviney then,
And we’ll have her home again.
And now, Poke, with your consent,
I’m go’ go to that-air gent
She’s in love with, and confer
With him on his views o’ her.–
Blast him! give the man some show.–
Who is he?–I’m go’ to know!”
Somepin’ struck the little chap
Funny, ‘peared-like.–Give a slap
On his leg–laughed thue the dew
In his eyes, and says: “It’s you!”

Yes, and–‘cordin’ to the last
Love-letters of ours ‘at passed
Thue his hands–we was to be
Married Chris’mas.–“Gee-mun-nee!
Poke,” says I, “it’s suddent–yit
We kin make it! You’re to git
Up tomorry, say, ’bout three—
Tell your folks you’re go’ with me:–
We’ll hitch up, and jes drive in
‘N take the town o’ Chinkypin!”