The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1838-06-14
ROAD TO A woMAN's HEART.

ROAD TO A WOMAN'S HEART.
As We approached the Inn at Am
'herst, the Clockmaker grew uneasy. It's
pretty we'll on in the evening. guess,
said he, and Marin Pugwash Is as onsar-
tain in her temper as mornin in April;
lis all sunshine or all clouds with her
tantrums. she'll stretch out her neck and
hiss like goose with flock of goslins.
wonder what on airih Pngwash was
athiakiu on, when he signed articles of
partnership with that are woman; she's
not bad looking piece Of furniture nei-
Their, and It's proper pity sich clever
woman should carry such a stiff upper
hp--she reminds me Of our old minister
Joshua HoPewell's apple trees.
The old minister had an orchard Of
most particular good fruit, for he was a
great hand at budiin. and graftin, and
what not, and the orchard Iii was on the
S0uth side Of the house, stretched right
10 the road. Well. there were so &c
trees hung over the fence, never seen
bearers: the apples hung in ropes, for all
the world Ike strings of onions, and the
frui! was beautiful. Nobody touched he
ministers apples. ani when other folks
lost theirn from the boys, his'n always
hung there like bait to hook, but there
never was so much as nibble al 'em. So
said TO him one day, Minister, aad |,
how on airth 10 you manage TO keep
your fru:: that's SO exposed, when no
one else can't DO it no how. Why saws
he, t@ey are dreadful pretty fruit. ant
they! guess, said |. there ant the like
on EN- in ali Connecticut. Well SAYS
he. flltell you the secret, but you needn't
le; on 10 no one about il. That are row
next the lence,.I grated it myself, took
great pains to get the right kind, | sent
clean up to Robbery and away down to
Squahsneck creek, q was afeard he was
gong to give day and date for every
graf. HANG terrible longwiniei man in
his stories. so says l. | know that. mi
mister. but how do you preserve them!
Why was agoin to tell YOU, said be,
when you stopped me. That are out
ward row ] grated myself with the clloic-
est kind could End, and succeeded; they
are beautiful. but so eiarnal sour no human
soul can eat them. Well, the BOYS think |
'ne old minister's graftin has all succeed !
cd about as well as that row, and they
sarch no farther. They smoker at my
gfainn' and laugh i'll my sleeve, guess,
at there penetration.
Now, Marin Pugwash is like the Mi
niS;ers apples. very tempiin fruit to
iook al, but desperate sour. IfPugwash
ia" waiery mouth when he married,
guess It's pretty puckery by this time.
however II size goes To act ugly, I'll
give her dose OF "soft sawder," that,
WIN Take the irown out of her frontis- I
piece, and make her dial plate as smooth /,
as lick Of copal vanish. It's ni,v
she 5 such kickin' devil, too. for she !:
mas good points-good eye-good foot I
-nea. psstem-hne chest-a clean set [
OF limbs, aud carries a good---. Bu, !
mere we are. now you'll see what &" soft !
sawder" viii DO.
when we entered the house. the fra. /.
sei'er room was all in darkness, and on 4
opening he opposite door into the sit. / j,
nhg room. was found the female par, of
me family extlnguishinr the FIRE for The
Sis'" Mrs. Pu.wash had a broom in