The Hawk-eye and Iowa patriot. (Burlington, Iowa) 1839-1843, 1839-09-26
round, and castinga severe look upon
jimmy, he proceeded with increasing

NOW, SIT, hang your hat up, and
sl1 down 'i and eat your supper; | should
like to know what sent you of over
to the tavern without leavey
I wanted to see the singing-mas-
ter said Jimmy; sam Gibbs said
there was a singing master over to
their house, and so | wanted to see
him.
We'll, I'll singing-master you,' said
the Squire, III catch you to 60 off so
again without leave. Come don't
stand there, set down and eat your
supper, or I'll trounce you in twomin-
utes.'
There, I declare,' said Mrs. Brown,
| DO think it is too bad. do wish l
could live in peace one moment of my
life. The children will be spoilt and
ruined. They never can stir step,
nor hardly breathe, but what they
must be scolded and fretted half to
DEATH
Squire Brown had been accustom-
ed to these sudden squalls about TWEEN
ty-five years, they having commenc-
ed some six months or 50 after his
marriage; and long experience had
taught him that the only way to es-
cape with safety, was to bear away
immediately, and scud before the
wind. Accordingly he turned again
to Jimmy, and with a much sottened
tone, addressed him as follows:
Come Jimmy, my son, set down
and eat your supper, that's a good
boy. You should Mt go away with
out asking your mother or me; but
you'll try to remember next time,
won't you?
Jimmy and his mother were both
somewhat soothed by this well-timed
suavity, and the boy took his seat at
the table.
Now, pa said Miss Jerusha Brown
you ,DiH go over and see about hav-
ing singing school, won't you? |
want to 50 dreadtully.'
Oh, can't do any thing about that
said the Squire, sit'll cost "a good deal
Of money, and | can't afford it. And
beside, there's no use at all in it. You
can sing enough now, any Of you;
you are singing half your time.'
There, said Mrs. Brown that's Just
the way. Our children will never
nave a chance to be any thing as long
as they shall live. Other folks chill
dren have chance to go to singing
schools and to see young company,
land to be something in the world.
Here our Jerusha has got to be in her
Twenty fifth year now, and if she's
ever going to have her young compa-
ny, and have chance to be any
thing, she mustshave it soon, for shell
be past the time bime-by for SIGH
things. 'Tis'nisasT we was poor and
couldn't afford it: for you know, Mr..
Brown, you pay the largest tax OF
any body in the town, and can afford
to give the children chance to be
something in the world, as we'll as
not. And as for living in this kind
Of way any longer, I've no notion
ont
Mrs. Brown knew how to follow
up an advantage She had got her
husband upon The retreat moment
before, in reference to Jimmy's alb
sence, and the closing part Of this
last speech was uttered with an ener-
gy and determination, of which Squire
Brown knew too well the import to
disregard it. Perceiving that storm
was brewing tnat would burst upon
his head with tremendous power, il
he did not take care to avoid il, he
finished his supper with all convenient
despatch, rose from the table, put on
his great coat and hat, and marched
deliberately over to Gibbs tavern
| Mrs. Brown knew at once that she
had won the victory, and that they
should have singing school.
Miss Jerusha said she must have
her new calico gown made right uI
the next day; and her mother said she
should, and David might go right over
after Betsey Davis, to come to work
on it the next morning.
How delightful it will be to have
singing school, said Miss Jeresha
Jimmy what sort OF a looking man is
Mr.. Cfotehet?
oh, he is slick kind of a looking
man, said Jimmy.
is hesa young man, or married
manp inquired Miss Jerusha.
sHo! married? no, | guess he isn't,
said Jimmy, | don't believe he's more
than twenty years old
sPoh!I don't believe that story,
"a singing master must be as much a
twenty-five years old, | know. How
is he dressed? Isn't he dressed quit
genteel?'
oh, he's dressed quite genteel,
said Jimmy.
i well, that's what makes him lool
50 young said Miss Jerusha;I dar'
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