pausin' ag'in to state she's a human sunflower, that a-way—this Sanders beauty, I'm sayin', looks at this party by himse'f for a moment, an' then the big tears begins to well in her blue eyes. She blushes like a sunset, an' walks over to this yere lone gent.
"‘"Mister Captain," she says, raisin' her face to him like a rose, "I'm shore sorry you ain't got no sweetheart to say 'good-bye;' an' bein' you're lonesome, that a-way, I'll kiss you an' say adios myse'f."
"‘"Will you, my little lady?" says the lonesome Captain, as he swings from his saddle to the ground by her side; an' thar's sunshine in his eyes.
"‘"I'll think of you every day for that," he says, when he kisses her, "an' if I gets back when the war's done, I'll shorely look for you yere."
"'The little Sanders girl—she is shorely as handsome as a ace full on kings—blushes a heap vivid at what she's done, an' looks warm an' tender. Which, while the play is some onusual an' out of line, everybody agrees it's all right; bein' that we-alls is goin' to a war, that a-way.
"'Now yere,' goes on Enright, at the same time callin' for red-eye all 'round, 'is what you-alls agrees is a mighty romantic deal. Yere's a love affair gets launched.'
"'Does this yere lone-hand gent who gets
