Martinsburg gazette and public advertiser. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1826-1833, 1833-04-11

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strike bargain with one of them, be-
fore | enter my own doors againl' As
! he expressed this praise worthy resolu.
ton, he reached the door of Squire
Jones' house.
| He found the inmates, Mrs. Jones,
her blooming daughter Nabby, and
her three younger daughters, all bust
ly engaged in preparing ''good things"
! for tea. He was soon aware that he
had arrived at an unlucky moment, for
he was not welcomed by Mrs. Jones
with her accustomed cordially. And
from Nabby's appearance, being trick
ell out in all her Sunday finery, it was
la,a that some more important person
o. persons were expected TO partake
with them their evening meal. How
ever, he seated himself, and began to
joke with Nabby, on her look: IL swow
now, Nabby, you look rigbt-down
handsome. You are beauty, Nab.
by-there's no two ways about i'll
don't believe the President ever had
such pretty little gal for his wife in
all his life"
Although Nabby giggled little, sbe
did not seem particularly flattered by
these complimentary remarks, but her
face beamed with "a most bewitching
smile when the noise of a carriage was
heard, and Simon Thompson in a DASH
ing gig, drove into the yard.
"I1eigho" sighed Jonathan; IL see
how the cat jumps. III had only been
week or two sooner, there might
have been some chance. However, |
won't quit the house till I've popp'd The
queStoa--if do I'll be darn'd- and if
| get the bag, 'twon't kill me"
Simon Thompson was received by
the ladies in their kindest manner, but
poor Jonathan was treated with killing
GOODNESS, which made him feel rather
queer. But he bravely resolved to
bring the matter to issue; and accord.
ingly when Nabby left the room to at
tend to some household duties, Jona-
than rose and much to the surprise of
all, and to the great annoyance of ST.
mon, followed her to another apart
ment.
"Nabby," said Jonathan, "I've been
thinking about takinga wife. Mothers
got so tarnation cross that can't live
SO no longer--and there's no gal in all
these parts that like half so well us
do you; and you'll have me, don't
stand shilly shally about it, but say so
at once--and | don't believe that you'll
ever have cause to repent it"
Nabby blushed to the eyes-"Mr.
Brown" she stammered out, after Bit
ing her thumb nails for a few moments,
81 am much obliged to you for your
good opinion; but | fear that it is out
of my power to contribute to your hap
piness. hope you'll find a partner
more deserving than poor Nabby Jones.
At any rate, you can't marry me, for
"Wheughi" whistled Jonathan, But
there now, / thought so. You are 60
ing to marry that young dandy in
t'other room. Well, don't believe
he'll make you half so good a husband
! as SHOULDN'T ifyou like him better,
III say no more about it. I've dread
ful good mind to lick him, though.
Good bye, Nabby.
"Well," said Jonathan, as he drudg-
ed slowly along the road which led to
the venerable mansion of Gen. Temp
kins, ''the games up!-but who would
believe that such cute and slick gal
as Nabby Jones would throw herself
away upon that sneaking puppy, ST.
mon thompson Never mind-there's
as good fish in the sea as ever was
caught: and It's hard if can't toll one
in my net" AS he made this consolins
reflection, hefound himself standing on
the door steps of Gen. Tompkins'
| house.
Jonathan cast rather a suspicious
glance upon the well polished brA
knocker, which had been affixed to thu
Generals door since Nancy's return
from Boston: "That's as much as to
say" quoth he to himself, 'sthat no one
should enter here without knocking"
He lifted the knocker and gave
laundering rap. A little girl came to
the door. els your sister Nancy at
home, Hannahi'
81 don't know for sartin, but I'll see.'
"Strange!" thought Jonathan, ''that
she should not know whether her sis
ter's at home or not"
"Nancyl" screamed the little girl,
on opening the parlour door, in key
so loud that Jonathan heard every
word; Mr.. Jonathan Brown is at the
door, and asks for you. Shall / tell
him you're at homer
81 suppose you must let the BOBBY
in" answered the accomplished young